Lyrics:

In Worcester City there lived a damsel
And now the truth to you I'll tell;
She by her servantman was courted,
Who often told her he loved her well.

She loved him true, but at a distance;
He did not think to be very fond.
Now for your convicts and inconstant lovers
I pray you'll end your sweet tender love.

By a young master, this fair young damsel
Was invited to a ball, you know.
This wicked young man he followed after
And soon prepared for her overthrow.

As she was dancing all with another
Jealousy it filled his mind;
Then to destroy his own true lover
This wicked young man he was inclined.
As she was

As she was dancing all with another
Jealousy it filled his mind;
Then to destroy his own true lover
This wicked young man he was inclined.

Oh, quickly he prepared some poison,
He mixed it with a glass of wine,
And gave it to his own true lover;
She drank it with a most fearful mind.

A little after this fair young damsel,
Now take me home, my dear, said she
For the liquor that you have lately gave me
Has made me very ill indeed.