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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: A Book of Ballads, Volume 2 + +Author: Various + +Editor: Beverly Nichols + +Posting Date: April 29, 2014 [EBook #7532] +Release Date: February, 2005 +First Posted: May 15, 2003 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOK OF BALLADS, VOLUME 2 *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger, Juliet Sutherland, Phil McLaury, +Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team. Text version by Al Haines. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<center> +<h1>A BOOK OF OLD BALLADS</h1> + +<h4>Selected and with an Introduction</h4> + +<h3>by</h3> + +<h2>BEVERLEY NICHOLS</h2> +<br><br> + +<img alt="001.jpg (14K)" src="images/001.jpg" height="223" width="280"> + +</center> +<br><br> + +<br><br><br><br> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<a href="#chap01">THE HEIR OF LINNE</a><br> +<a href="#chap02">KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID</a> <br> +<a href="#chap03">SIR ANDREW BARTON</a><br> +<a href="#chap04">MAY COLLIN</a><br> +<a href="#chap05">THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER OF BEDNALL GREEN</a><br> +<a href="#chap06">THOMAS THE RHYMER</a><br> +<a href="#chap07">YOUNG BEICHAN</a><br> +<a href="#chap08">BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY</a><br> +<a href="#chap09">THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE</a><br> +<a href="#chap10">THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY</a><br> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<h2>LIST OF COLOUR PLATES</h2> +<a href="#cophetua">KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID</a><br> +<a href="#collin">MAY COLLIN</a><br> +<a href="#rhymer">THOMAS THE RHYMER</a><br> +<a href="#beichan">YOUNG BEICHAN</a><br> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap01">THE HEIR OF LINNE</a></h2> +<img alt="096.jpg (13K)" src="images/096.jpg" height="151" width="237"> +<br><br> +<h3>PART THE FIRST</h3> + +<p> Lithe and listen, gentlemen,<br> + To sing a song I will beginne:<br> + It is of a lord of faire Scotland,<br> + Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne.</p> + +<p> His father was a right good lord,<br> + His mother a lady of high degree;<br> + But they, alas! were dead, him froe,<br> + And he lov'd keeping companie.</p> + +<p> To spend the daye with merry cheare,<br> + To drinke and revell every night,<br> + To card and dice from eve to morne,<br> + It was, I ween, his hearts delighte.</p> + +<p> To ride, to runne, to rant, to roare,<br> + To alwaye spend and never spare,<br> + I wott, an' it were the king himselfe,<br> + Of gold and fee he mote be bare.</p> + +<p> Soe fares the unthrifty lord of Linne<br> + Till all his gold is gone and spent;<br> + And he maun sell his landes so broad,<br> + His house, and landes, and all his rent.</p> + +<p> His father had a keen stewarde,<br> + And John o' the Scales was called hee:<br> + But John is become a gentel-man,<br> + And John has gott both gold and fee.</p> + +<p> Sayes, Welcome, welcome, lord of Linne,<br> + Let nought disturb thy merry cheere;<br> + Iff thou wilt sell thy landes soe broad,<br> + Good store of gold Ile give thee heere,</p> + +<p> My gold is gone, my money is spent;<br> + My lande nowe take it unto thee:<br> + Give me the golde, good John o' the Scales,<br> + And thine for aye my lande shall bee.</p> + +<p> Then John he did him to record draw,<br> + And John he cast him a gods-pennie;<br> + But for every pounde that John agreed,<br> + The lande, I wis, was well worth three.</p> + +<p> He told him the gold upon the borde,<br> + He was right glad his land to winne;<br> + The gold is thine, the land is mine,<br> + And now Ile be the lord of Linne.</p> + +<p> Thus he hath sold his land soe broad,<br> + Both hill and holt, and moore and fenne,<br> + All but a poore and lonesome lodge,<br> + That stood far off in a lonely glenne.</p> + +<p> For soe he to his father hight.<br> + My sonne, when I am gonne, sayd hee,<br> + Then thou wilt spend thy land so broad,<br> + And thou wilt spend thy gold so free:</p> + +<p> But sweare me nowe upon the roode,<br> + That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend;<br> + For when all the world doth frown on thee,<br> + Thou there shalt find a faithful friend.</p> + +<p> The heire of Linne is full of golde:<br> + And come with me, my friends, sayd hee,<br> + Let's drinke, and rant, and merry make,<br> + And he that spares, ne'er mote he thee.</p> + +<p> They ranted, drank, and merry made,<br> + Till all his gold it waxed thinne;<br> + And then his friendes they slunk away;<br> + They left the unthrifty heire of Linne.</p> + +<p> He had never a penny in his purse,<br> + Never a penny left but three,<br> + And one was brass, another was lead,<br> + And another it was white money.</p> + +<p> Nowe well-aday, sayd the heire of Linne,<br> + Nowe well-aday, and woe is mee,<br> + For when I was the lord of Linne,<br> + I never wanted gold nor fee.</p> + +<p> But many a trustye friend have I,<br> + And why shold I feel dole or care?<br> + Ile borrow of them all by turnes,<br> + Soe need I not be never bare.</p> + +<p> But one, I wis, was not at home;<br> + Another had payd his gold away;<br> + Another call'd him thriftless loone,<br> + And bade him sharpely wend his way.</p> + +<p> Now well-aday, sayd the heire of Linne,<br> + Now well-aday, and woe is me;<br> + For when I had my landes so broad,<br> + On me they liv'd right merrilee.</p> + +<p> To beg my bread from door to door<br> + I wis, it were a brenning shame:<br> + To rob and steale it were a sinne:<br> + To worke my limbs I cannot frame.</p> + +<p> Now Ile away to lonesome lodge,<br> + For there my father bade me wend;<br> + When all the world should frown on mee<br> + I there shold find a trusty friend.</p> + +<br><br> +<h3>PART THE SECOND</h3> + +<p> Away then hyed the heire of Linne<br> + Oer hill and holt, and moor and fenne,<br> + Untill he came to lonesome lodge,<br> + That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne.</p> + +<p> He looked up, he looked downe,<br> + In hope some comfort for to winne:<br> + But bare and lothly were the walles.<br> + Here's sorry cheare, quo' the heire of Linne.</p> + +<p> The little windowe dim and darke<br> + Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe;<br> + No shimmering sunn here ever shone;<br> + No halesome breeze here ever blew.</p> + +<p> No chair, ne table he mote spye,<br> + No cheerful hearth, ne welcome bed,<br> + Nought save a rope with renning noose,<br> + That dangling hung up o'er his head.</p> + +<p> And over it in broad letters,<br> + These words were written so plain to see:<br> + "Ah! gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all,<br> + And brought thyselfe to penurie?</p> + +<p> "All this my boding mind misgave,<br> + I therefore left this trusty friend:<br> + Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace,<br> + And all thy shame and sorrows end."</p> + +<p> Sorely shent wi' this rebuke,<br> + Sorely shent was the heire of Linne,<br> + His heart, I wis, was near to brast With guilt and sorrowe, +shame<br> +and sinne.</p> + +<p> Never a word spake the heire of Linne,<br> + Never a word he spake but three:<br> + "This is a trusty friend indeed,<br> + And is right welcome unto mee."</p> + +<p> Then round his necke the corde he drewe,<br> + And sprung aloft with his bodie:<br> + When lo! the ceiling burst in twaine,<br> + And to the ground came tumbling hee.</p> + +<p> Astonyed lay the heire of Linne,<br> + Ne knewe if he were live or dead:<br> + At length he looked, and saw a bille,<br> + And in it a key of gold so redd.</p> + +<p> He took the bill, and lookt it on,<br> + Strait good comfort found he there:<br> + It told him of a hole in the wall,<br> + In which there stood three chests in-fere.</p> + +<p> Two were full of the beaten golde,<br> + The third was full of white money;<br> + And over them in broad letters<br> + These words were written so plaine to see:</p> + +<p> "Once more, my sonne, I sette thee clere;<br> + Amend thy life and follies past;<br> + For but thou amend thee of thy life,<br> + That rope must be thy end at last."</p> + +<p> And let it bee, sayd the heire of Linne;<br> + And let it bee, but if I amend:<br> + For here I will make mine avow,<br> + This reade shall guide me to the end.</p> + +<p> Away then went with a merry cheare,<br> + Away then went the heire of Linne;<br> + I wis, he neither ceas'd ne blanne,<br> + Till John o' the Scales house he did winne.</p> + +<p> And when he came to John o' the Scales,<br> + Upp at the speere then looked hee;<br> + There sate three lords upon a rowe,<br> + Were drinking of the wine so free.</p> + +<p> And John himself sate at the bord-head,<br> + Because now lord of Linne was hee.<br> + I pray thee, he said, good John o' the Scales,<br> + One forty pence for to lend mee.</p> + +<p> Away, away, thou thriftless loone;<br> + Away, away, this may not bee:<br> + For Christs curse on my head, he sayd,<br> + If ever I trust thee one pennìe.</p> + +<p> Then bespake the heire of Linne,<br> + To John o' the Scales wife then spake he:<br> + Madame, some almes on me bestowe,<br> + I pray for sweet Saint Charitìe.</p> + +<p> Away, away, thou thriftless loone,<br> + I swear thou gettest no almes of mee;<br> + For if we shold hang any losel heere,<br> + The first we wold begin with thee.</p> + +<p> Then bespake a good fellòwe,<br> + Which sat at John o' the Scales his bord<br> + Sayd, Turn againe, thou heire of Linne;<br> + Some time thou wast a well good lord;</p> + +<p> Some time a good fellow thou hast been,<br> + And sparedst not thy gold nor fee;<br> + Therefore He lend thee forty pence,<br> + And other forty if need bee.</p> + +<p> And ever, I pray thee, John o' the Scales,<br> + To let him sit in thy companie:<br> + For well I wot thou hadst his land,<br> + And a good bargain it was to thee.</p> + +<p> Up then spake him John o' the Scales,<br> + All wood he answer'd him againe:<br> + Now Christs curse on my head, he sayd,<br> + But I did lose by that bargàine.</p> + +<p> And here I proffer thee, heire of Linne,<br> + Before these lords so faire and free,<br> + Thou shalt have it backe again better cheape,<br> + By a hundred markes, than I had it of thee.</p> + +<p> I draw you to record, lords, he said.<br> + With that he cast him a gods pennie:<br> + Now by my fay, sayd the heire of Linne,<br> + And here, good John, is thy monèy.</p> + +<p> And he pull'd forth three bagges of gold,<br> + And layd them down upon the bord:<br> + All woe begone was John o' the Scales,<br> + Soe shent he cold say never a word.</p> + +<p> He told him forth the good red gold,<br> + He told it forth with mickle dinne.<br> + The gold is thine, the land is mine,<br> + And now Ime againe the lord of Linne.</p> + +<p> Sayes, Have thou here, thou good fellòwe,<br> + Forty pence thou didst lend me:<br> + Now I am againe the lord of Linne,<br> + And forty pounds I will give thee.</p> + +<p> He make the keeper of my forrest,<br> + Both of the wild deere and the tame;<br> + For but I reward thy bounteous heart,<br> + I wis, good fellowe, I were to blame.</p> + +<p> Now welladay! sayth Joan o' the Scales:<br> + Now welladay! and woe is my life!<br> + Yesterday I was lady of Linne,<br> + Now Ime but John o' the Scales his wife.</p> + +<p> Now fare thee well, sayd the heire of Linne;<br> + Farewell now, John o' the Scales, said hee:<br> + Christs curse light on me, if ever again<br> + I bring my lands in jeopardy.</p> + +<img alt="105.jpg (3K)" src="images/105.jpg" height="124" width="90"> + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap02">KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID</a></h2> +<img alt="106.jpg (8K)" src="images/106.jpg" height="122" width="230"> +<br><br> +<a name="cophetua"></a> +<img alt="cophetua.jpg (147K)" src="images/cophetua.jpg" height="991" width="750"> + +<p> I Read that once in Affrica<br> + A princely wight did raine,<br> + Who had to name Cophetua,<br> + As poets they did faine:<br> + From natures lawes he did decline,<br> + For sure he was not of my mind.<br> + He cared not for women-kinde,<br> + But did them all disdaine.<br> + But, marke, what hapened on a day,<br> + As he out of his window lay,<br> + He saw a beggar all in gray,<br> + The which did cause his paine.</p> + +<p> The blinded boy, that shootes so trim,<br> + From heaven downe did hie;<br> + He drew a dart and shot at him,<br> + In place where he did lye:<br> + Which soone did pierse him to the quicke.<br> + And when he felt the arrow pricke,<br> + Which in his tender heart did sticke,<br> + He looketh as he would dye.<br> + What sudden chance is this, quoth he,<br> + That I to love must subject be,<br> + Which never thereto would agree,<br> + But still did it defie?</p> + +<p> Then from the window he did come,<br> + And laid him on his bed,<br> + A thousand heapes of care did runne<br> + Within his troubled head:<br> + For now he meanes to crave her love,<br> + And now he seekes which way to proove<br> + How he his fancie might remoove,<br> + And not this beggar wed.<br> + But Cupid had him so in snare,<br> + That this poor begger must prepare<br> + A salve to cure him of his care,<br> + Or els he would be dead.</p> + +<p> And, as he musing thus did lye,<br> + He thought for to devise<br> + How he might have her companye,<br> + That so did 'maze his eyes.<br> + In thee, quoth he, doth rest my life;<br> + For surely thou shalt be my wife,<br> + Or else this hand with bloody knife<br> + The Gods shall sure suffice.<br> + Then from his bed he soon arose,<br> + And to his pallace gate he goes;<br> + Full little then this begger knowes<br> + When she the king espies.</p> + +<p> The Gods preserve your majesty,<br> + The beggers all gan cry:<br> + Vouchsafe to give your charity<br> + Our childrens food to buy.<br> + The king to them his pursse did cast,<br> + And they to part it made great haste;<br> + This silly woman was the last<br> + That after them did hye.<br> + The king he cal'd her back againe,<br> + And unto her he gave his chaine;<br> + And said, With us you shal remaine<br> + Till such time as we dye:</p> + +<p> For thou, quoth he, shalt be my wife,<br> + And honoured for my queene;<br> + With thee I meane to lead my life,<br> + As shortly shall be seene:<br> + Our wedding shall appointed be,<br> + And every thing in its degree:<br> + Come on, quoth he, and follow me,<br> + Thou shalt go shift thee cleane.<br> + What is thy name, faire maid? quoth he.<br> + Penelophon, O king, quoth she;<br> + With that she made a lowe courtsey;<br> + A trim one as I weene.</p> + +<p> Thus hand in hand along they walke<br> + Unto the king's pallace:<br> + The king with curteous comly talke<br> + This beggar doth imbrace:<br> + The begger blusheth scarlet red,<br> + And straight againe as pale as lead,<br> + But not a word at all she said,<br> + She was in such amaze.<br> + At last she spake with trembling voyce,<br> + And said, O king, I doe rejoyce<br> + That you wil take me from your choyce,<br> + And my degree's so base.</p> + +<p> And when the wedding day was come,<br> + The king commanded strait<br> + The noblemen both all and some<br> + Upon the queene to wait.<br> + And she behaved herself that day,<br> + As if she had never walkt the way;<br> + She had forgot her gown of gray,<br> + Which she did weare of late.<br> + The proverbe old is come to passe,<br> + The priest, when he begins his masse,<br> + Forgets that ever clerke he was;<br> + He knowth not his estate.</p> + +<p> Here you may read, Cophetua,<br> + Though long time fancie-fed,<br> + Compelled by the blinded boy<br> + The begger for to wed:<br> + He that did lovers lookes disdaine,<br> + To do the same was glad and faine,<br> + Or else he would himselfe have slaine,<br> + In storie, as we read.<br> + Disdaine no whit, O lady deere,<br> + But pitty now thy servant heere,<br> + Least that it hap to thee this yeare,<br> + As to that king it did.</p> + +<p> And thus they led a quiet life<br> + Duringe their princely raigne;<br> + And in a tombe were buried both,<br> + As writers sheweth plaine.<br> + The lords they tooke it grievously,<br> + The ladies tooke it heavily,<br> + The commons cryed pitiously,<br> + Their death to them was paine,<br> + Their fame did sound so passingly,<br> + That it did pierce the starry sky,<br> + And throughout all the world did flye<br> + To every princes realme.</p> + + +<img alt="110.jpg (3K)" src="images/110.jpg" height="126" width="72"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap03">SIR ANDREW BARTON</a></h2> +<img alt="111.jpg (16K)" src="images/111.jpg" height="162" width="238"> +<br><br> + + +<p> 'When Flora with her fragrant flowers<br> + Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,<br> + And Neptune with his daintye showers<br> + Came to present the monthe of Maye;'<br> + King Henrye rode to take the ayre,<br> + Over the river of Thames past hee;<br> + When eighty merchants of London came,<br> + And downe they knelt upon their knee.</p> + +<p> "O yee are welcome, rich merchants;<br> + Good saylors, welcome unto mee."<br> + They swore by the rood, they were saylors good,<br> + But rich merchànts they cold not bee:<br> + "To France nor Flanders dare we pass:<br> + Nor Bourdeaux voyage dare we fare;<br> + And all for a rover that lyes on the seas,<br> + Who robbs us of our merchant ware."</p> + +<p> King Henrye frowned, and turned him rounde,<br> + And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might,<br> + "I thought he had not beene in the world,<br> + Durst have wrought England such unright."<br> + The merchants sighed, and said, alas!<br> + And thus they did their answer frame,<br> + He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas,<br> + And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name.</p> + +<p> The king lookt over his left shoulder,<br> + And an angrye look then looked hee:<br> + "Have I never a lorde in all my realme,<br> + Will feitch yond tray tor unto me?"<br> + Yea, that dare I; Lord Howard sayes;<br> + Yea, that dare I with heart and hand;<br> + If it please your grace to give me leave,<br> + Myselfe wil be the only man.</p> + +<p> Thou art but yong; the kyng replyed:<br> + Yond Scott hath numbered manye a yeare.<br> + "Trust me, my liege, lie make him quail,<br> + Or before my prince I will never appeare."<br> + Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have,<br> + And chuse them over my realme so free;<br> + Besides good mariners, and shipp-boyes,<br> + To guide the great shipp on the sea.</p> + +<p> The first man, that Lord Howard chose,<br> + Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,<br> + Thoughe he was three score yeeres and ten;<br> + Good Peter Simon was his name.<br> + Peter, sais hee, I must to the sea,<br> + To bring home a traytor live or dead:<br> + Before all others I have chosen thee;<br> + Of a hundred gunners to be the head.</p> + +<p> If you, my lord, have chosen mee<br> + Of a hundred gunners to be the head,<br> + Then hang me up on your maine-mast tree,<br> + If I misse my marke one shilling bread.<br> + My lord then chose a boweman rare,<br> + "Whose active hands had gained fame."<br> + In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne,<br> + And William Horseley was his name.</p> + +<p> Horseley, said he, I must with speede<br> + Go seeke a traytor on the sea,<br> + And now of a hundred bowemen brave<br> + To be the head I have chosen thee.<br> + If you, quoth hee, have chosen mee<br> + Of a hundred bowemen to be the head<br> + On your main-mast He hanged bee,<br> + If I miss twelvescore one penny bread.</p> + +<p> With pikes and gunnes, and bowemen bold,<br> + This noble Howard is gone to the sea;<br> + With a valyant heart and a pleasant cheare,<br> + Out at Thames mouth sayled he.<br> + And days he scant had sayled three,<br> + Upon the 'voyage,' he tooke in hand,<br> + But there he mett with a noble shipp,<br> + And stoutely made itt stay and stand.</p> + +<p> Thou must tell me, Lord Howard said,<br> + Now who thou art, and what's thy name;<br> + And shewe me where they dwelling is:<br> + And whither bound, and whence thou came.<br> + My name is Henry Hunt, quoth hee<br> + With a heavye heart, and a carefull mind;<br> + I and my shipp doe both belong<br> + To the Newcastle, that stands upon Tyne.</p> + +<p> Hast thou not heard, nowe, Henrye Hunt,<br> + As thou hast sayled by daye and by night,<br> + Of a Scottish rover on the seas;<br> + Men call him Sir Andrew Barton, knight!<br> + Then ever he sighed, and said alas!<br> + With a grieved mind, and well away!<br> + But over-well I knowe that wight,<br> + I was his prisoner yesterday.</p> + +<p> As I was sayling uppon the sea,<br> + A Burdeaux voyage for to fare;<br> + To his hach-borde he clasped me,<br> + And robd me of all my merchant ware:<br> + And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,<br> + And every man will have his owne;<br> + And I am nowe to London bounde,<br> + Of our gracious king to beg a boone.</p> + +<p> That shall not need, Lord Howard sais;<br> + Lett me but once that robber see,<br> + For every penny tane thee froe<br> + It shall be doubled shillings three.<br> + Nowe God forefend, the merchant said,<br> + That you should seek soe far amisse!<br> + God keepe you out of that traitors hands!<br> + Full litle ye wott what a man hee is.</p> + +<p> Hee is brasse within, and steele without,<br> + With beames on his topcastle stronge;<br> + And eighteen pieces of ordinance<br> + He carries on each side along:<br> + And he hath a pinnace deerlye dight,<br> + St. Andrewes crosse that is his guide;<br> + His pinnace beareth ninescore men,<br> + And fifteen canons on each side.</p> + +<p> Were ye twentye shippes, and he but one;<br> + I sweare by kirke, and bower, and hall;<br> + He wold overcome them everye one,<br> + If once his beames they doe downe fall.<br> + This is cold comfort, sais my lord,<br> + To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea:<br> + Yet He bring him and his ship to shore,<br> + Or to Scottland hee shall carrye mee.</p> + +<p> Then a noble gunner you must have,<br> + And he must aim well with his ee,<br> + And sinke his pinnace into the sea,<br> + Or else hee never orecome will bee:<br> + And if you chance his shipp to borde,<br> + This counsel I must give withall,<br> + Let no man to his topcastle goe<br> + To strive to let his beams downe fall.</p> + +<p> And seven pieces of ordinance,<br> + I pray your honour lend to mee,<br> + On each side of my shipp along,<br> + And I will lead you on the sea.<br> + A glasse He sett, that may be seene<br> + Whether you sail by day or night;<br> + And to-morrowe, I sweare, by nine of the clocke<br> + You shall meet with Sir Andrewe Barton knight.</p> + +<p> THE SECOND PART</p> + +<p> The merchant sett my lorde a glasse<br> + Soe well apparent in his sight,<br> + And on the morrowe, by nine of the clocke,<br> + He shewed him Sir Andrewe Barton knight.<br> + His hachebord it was 'gilt' with gold,<br> + Soe deerlye dight it dazzled the ee:<br> + Nowe by my faith, Lord Howarde sais,<br> + This is a gallant sight to see.</p> + +<p> Take in your ancyents, standards eke,<br> + So close that no man may them see;<br> + And put me forth a white willowe wand,<br> + As merchants use to sayle the sea.<br> + But they stirred neither top, nor mast;<br> + Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by.<br> + What English churles are yonder, he sayd,<br> + That can soe little curtesye?</p> + +<p> Now by the roode, three yeares and more<br> + I have beene admirall over the sea;<br> + And never an English nor Portingall<br> + Without my leave can passe this way.<br> + Then called he forth his stout pinnace;<br> + "Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee:<br> + I sweare by the masse, yon English churles<br> + Shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."</p> + +<p> With that the pinnace itt shot off,<br> + Full well Lord Howard might it ken;<br> + For itt stroke down my lord's fore mast,<br> + And killed fourteen of his men.<br> + Come hither, Simon, sayes my lord,<br> + Looke that thy word be true, thou said;<br> + For at my maine-mast thou shalt hang,<br> + If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread.</p> + +<p> Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold;<br> + His ordinance he laid right lowe;<br> + He put in chaine full nine yardes long,<br> + With other great shott lesse, and moe;<br> + And he lette goe his great gunnes shott:<br> + Soe well he settled itt with his ee,<br> + The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,<br> + He see his pinnace sunke in the sea.</p> + +<p> And when he saw his pinnace sunke,<br> + Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!<br> + "Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon;<br> + Ile fetch yond pedlars backe mysell."<br> + When my lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose,<br> + Within his heart he was full faine:<br> + "Now spread your ancyents, strike up your drummes,<br> + Sound all your trumpetts out amaine."</p> + +<p> Fight on, my men, Sir Andrewe sais,<br> + Weale howsoever this geere will sway;<br> + Itt is my Lord Admirall of England,<br> + Is come to seeke mee on the sea.<br> + Simon had a sonne, who shott right well,<br> + That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare;<br> + In att his decke he gave a shott,<br> + Killed threescore of his men of warre.</p> + +<p> Then Henrye Hunt with rigour hott<br> + Came bravely on the other side,<br> + Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree,<br> + And killed fourscore men beside.<br> + Nowe, out alas! Sir Andrewe cryed,<br> + What may a man now thinke, or say?<br> + Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee,<br> + He was my prisoner yesterday.</p> + +<p> Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,<br> + That aye wast readye att my call:<br> + I will give thee three hundred markes,<br> + If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.<br> + Lord Howard hee then calld in haste,<br> + "Horseley see thou be true in stead;<br> + For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang,<br> + If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread."</p> + +<p> Then Gordon swarved the maine-mast tree,<br> + He swarved it with might and maine;<br> + But Horseley with a bearing arrowe,<br> + Stroke the Gordon through the braine;<br> + And he fell unto the haches again,<br> + And sore his deadlye wounde did bleed:<br> + Then word went through Sir Andrews men,<br> + How that the Gordon hee was dead.</p> + +<p> Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,<br> + Thou art my only sisters sonne,<br> + If thou wilt let my beames downe fall<br> + Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne.<br> + With that he swarved the maine-mast tree,<br> + He swarved it with nimble art;<br> + But Horseley with a broad arròwe<br> + Pierced the Hambilton thorough the heart:</p> + +<p> And downe he fell upon the deck,<br> + That with his blood did streame amaine:<br> + Then every Scott cryed, Well-away!<br> + Alas! a comelye youth is slaine.<br> + All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,<br> + With griefe and rage his heart did swell:<br> + "Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe,<br> + For I will to the topcastle mysell."</p> + +<p> "Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe;<br> + That gilded is with gold soe cleare:<br> + God be with my brother John of Barton!<br> + Against the Portingalls hee it ware;<br> + And when he had on this armour of proofe,<br> + He was a gallant sight to see:<br> + Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight,<br> + My deere brother, could cope with thee."</p> + +<p> Come hither Horseley, sayes my lord,<br> + And looke your shaft that itt goe right,<br> + Shoot a good shoote in time of need,<br> + And for it thou shalt be made a knight.<br> + Ile shoot my best, quoth Horseley then,<br> + Your honour shall see, with might and maine;<br> + But if I were hanged at your maine-mast,<br> + I have now left but arrowes twaine.</p> + +<p> Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,<br> + With right good will he swarved then:<br> + Upon his breast did Horseley hitt,<br> + But the arrow bounded back agen.<br> + Then Horseley spyed a privye place<br> + With a perfect eye in a secrette part;<br> + Under the spole of his right arme<br> + He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.</p> + +<p> "Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,<br> + "A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine;<br> + He but lye downe and bleede a while,<br> + And then He rise and fight againe.<br> + Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,<br> + "And never flinch before the foe;<br> + And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse<br> + Until you heare my whistle blowe."</p> + +<p> They never heard his whistle blow--<br> + Which made their hearts waxe sore adread:<br> + Then Horseley sayd, Aboard, my lord,<br> + For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead.<br> + They boarded then his noble shipp,<br> + They boarded it with might and maine;<br> + Eighteen score Scots alive they found,<br> + The rest were either maimed or slaine.</p> + +<p> Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,<br> + And off he smote Sir Andrewes head,<br> + "I must have left England many a daye,<br> + If thou wert alive as thou art dead."<br> + He caused his body to be cast<br> + Over the hatchboard into the sea,<br> + And about his middle three hundred crownes:<br> + "Wherever thou land this will bury thee."</p> + +<p> Thus from the warres Lord Howard came,<br> + And backe he sayled ore the maine,<br> + With mickle joy and triumphing<br> + Into Thames mouth he came againe.<br> + Lord Howard then a letter wrote,<br> + And sealed it with scale and ring;<br> + "Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace,<br> + As never did subject to a king:</p> + +<p> "Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee;<br> + A braver shipp was never none:<br> + Nowe hath your grace two shipps of warr,<br> + Before in England was but one."<br> + King Henryes grace with royall cheere<br> + Welcomed the noble Howard home,<br> + And where, said he, is this rover stout,<br> + That I myselfe may give the doome?</p> + +<p> "The rover, he is safe, my liege,<br> + Full many a fadom in the sea;<br> + If he were alive as he is dead,<br> + I must have left England many a day:<br> + And your grace may thank four men i' the ship<br> + For the victory wee have wonne,<br> + These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,<br> + And Peter Simon, and his sonne."</p> + +<p> To Henry Hunt, the king then sayd,<br> + In lieu of what was from thee tane,<br> + A noble a day now thou shalt have,<br> + Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne.<br> + And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,<br> + And lands and livings shalt have store;<br> + Howard shall be erle Surrye hight,<br> + As Howards erst have beene before.</p> + +<p> Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,<br> + I will maintaine thee and thy sonne:<br> + And the men shall have five hundred markes<br> + For the good service they have done.<br> + Then in came the queene with ladyes fair<br> + To see Sir Andrewe Barton knight:<br> + They weend that hee were brought on shore,<br> + And thought to have seen a gallant sight.</p> + +<p> But when they see his deadlye face,<br> + And eyes soe hollow in his head,<br> + I wold give, quoth the king, a thousand markes,<br> + This man were alive as hee is dead:<br> + Yett for the manfull part hee playd,<br> + Which fought soe well with heart and hand,<br> + His men shall have twelvepence a day,<br> + Till they come to my brother kings high land.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap04">MAY COLLIN</a></h2> +<img alt="125.jpg (13K)" src="images/125.jpg" height="129" width="240"> +<br><br> +<a name="collin"></a> +<img alt="collin.jpg (139K)" src="images/collin.jpg" height="1017" width="750"> + +<p> May Collin ...<br> + ... was her father's heir,<br> + And she fell in love with a false priest,<br> + And she rued it ever mair.</p> + +<p> He followd her butt, he followd her benn,<br> + He followd her through the hall,<br> + Till she had neither tongue nor teeth<br> + Nor lips to say him naw.</p> + +<p> "We'll take the steed out where he is,<br> + The gold where eer it be,<br> + And we'll away to some unco land,<br> + And married we shall be."</p> + +<p> They had not riden a mile, a mile,<br> + A mile but barely three,<br> + Till they came to a rank river,<br> + Was raging like the sea.</p> + +<p> "Light off, light off now, May Collin,<br> + It's here that you must die;<br> + Here I have drownd seven king's daughters,<br> + The eight now you must be.</p> + +<p> "Cast off, cast off now, May Collin,<br> + Your gown that's of the green;<br> + For it's oer good and oer costly<br> + To rot in the sea-stream.</p> + +<p> "Cast off, cast off now, May Collin,<br> + Your coat that's of the black;<br> + For it's oer good and oer costly<br> + To rot in the sea-wreck.</p> + +<p> "Cast off, cast off now, May Collin,<br> + Your stays that are well laced;<br> + For thei'r oer good and costly<br> + In the sea's ground to waste.</p> + +<p> "Cast [off, cast off now, May Collin,]<br> + Your sark that's of the holland;<br> + For [it's oer good and oer costly]<br> + To rot in the sea-bottom."</p> + +<p> "Turn you about now, falsh Mess John,<br> + To the green leaf of the tree;<br> + It does not fit a mansworn man<br> + A naked woman to see."</p> + +<p> He turnd him quickly round about,<br> + To the green leaf of the tree;<br> + She took him hastly in her arms<br> + And flung him in the sea.</p> + +<p> "Now lye you there, you falsh Mess John,<br> + My mallasin go with thee!<br> + You thought to drown me naked and bare,<br> + But take your cloaths with thee,<br> + And if there be seven king's daughters there<br> + Bear you them company"</p> + +<p> She lap on her milk steed<br> + And fast she bent the way,<br> + And she was at her father's yate<br> + Three long hours or day.</p> + +<p> Up and speaks the wylie parrot,<br> + So wylily and slee:<br> + "Where is the man now, May Collin,<br> + That gaed away wie thee?"</p> + +<p> "Hold your tongue, my wylie parrot,<br> + And tell no tales of me,<br> + And where I gave a pickle befor<br> + It's now I'll give you three."</p> + +<img alt="128.jpg (5K)" src="images/128.jpg" height="124" width="127"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap05">THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER OF BEDNALL GREEN</a></h2> +<img alt="129.jpg (11K)" src="images/129.jpg" height="152" width="237"> +<br><br> + +<h3>PART THE FIRST</h3> + +<p> Itt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,<br> + He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;<br> + And many a gallant brave suiter had shee,<br> + For none was soe comelye as pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> And though shee was of favour most faire,<br> + Yett seeing shee was but a poor beggars heyre,<br> + Of ancyent housekeepers despised was shee,<br> + Whose sonnes came as suitors to prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> Wherefore in great sorrow faire Bessy did say,<br> + Good father, and mother, let me goe away<br> + To seeke out my fortune, whatever itt bee.<br> + This suite then they granted to prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> Then Bessy, that was of bewtye soe bright,<br> + All cladd in gray russett, and late in the night<br> + From father and mother alone parted shee;<br> + Who sighed and sobbed for prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> Shee went till shee came to Stratford-le-Bow;<br> + Then knew shee not whither, nor which way to goe:<br> + With teares shee lamented her hard destinie,<br> + So sadd and soe heavy was pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Shee kept on her journey untill it was day,<br> + And went unto Rumford along the hye way;<br> + Where at the Queenes armes entertained was shee;<br> + Soe faire and wel favoured was pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Shee had not beene there a month to an end,<br> + But master and mistress and all was her friend:<br> + And every brave gallant, that once did her see,<br> + Was straight-way enamoured of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Great gifts they did send her of silver and gold,<br> + And in their songs daylye her love was extold;<br> + Her beawtye was blazed in every degree;<br> + Soe faire and soe comelye was pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> The young men of Rumford in her had their joy;<br> + Shee shewed herself curteous, and modestlye coye;<br> + And at her commandment still wold they bee;<br> + Soe fayre and soe comlye was pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Foure suitors att once unto her did goe;<br> + They craved her favor, but still she sayd noe;<br> + I wold not wish gentles to marry with mee.<br> + Yett ever they honored prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> The first of them was a gallant young knight,<br> + And he came unto her disguisde in the night;<br> + The second a gentleman of good degree,<br> + Who wooed and sued for prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> A merchant of London, whose wealth was not small,<br> + He was the third suiter, and proper withall:<br> + Her masters own sonne the fourth man must bee,<br> + Who swore he would dye for pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> And, if thou wilt marry with mee, quoth the knight,<br> + Ile make thee a ladye with joy and delight;<br> + My hart's so inthralled by thy bewtle,<br> + That soone I shall dye for prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> The gentleman sayd, Come, marry with mee,<br> + As fine as a ladye my Bessy shal bee:<br> + My life is distressed: O heare me, quoth hee;<br> + And grant me thy love, my prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> Let me bee thy husband, the merchant cold say,<br> + Thou shalt live in London both gallant and gay;<br> + My shippes shall bring home rych jewells for thee,<br> + And I will for ever love pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Then Bessy shee sighed, and thus she did say,<br> + My father and mother I meane to obey;<br> + First gett their good will, and be faithfull to mee,<br> + And you shall enjoye your prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> To every one this answer shee made,<br> + Wherfore unto her they joyfullye sayd,<br> + This thing to fulfill wee all doe agree; + But where dwells thy father, my prettye Bessee?</p> + +<p> My father, shee said, is soone to be seene:<br> + The seely blind beggar of Bednall-greene,<br> + That daylye sits begging for charitie,<br> + He is the good father of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> His markes and his tokens are knowen very well;<br> + He alwayes is led with a dogg and a bell:<br> + A seely olde man, God knoweth, is hee,<br> + Yett hee is the father of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Nay then, quoth the merchant, thou art not for mee:<br> + Nor, quoth the innholder, my wiffe thou shalt bee:<br> + I lothe, sayd the gentle, a beggars degree,<br> + And therefore, adewe, my pretty Bessee!</p> + +<p> Why then, quoth the knight, hap better or worse,<br> + I waighe not true love by the waight of my pursse,<br> + And bewtye is bewtye in every degree;<br> + Then welcome unto me, my prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> With thee to thy father forthwith I will goe.<br> + Nay soft, quoth his kinsmen, it must not be soe;<br> + A poor beggars daughter noe ladye shal bee,<br> + Then take thy adew of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> But soone after this, by breake of the day,<br> + The knight had from Rumford stole Bessy away.<br> + The younge men of Rumford, as thicke might bee,<br> + Rode after to feitch againe pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> As swifte as the winde to ryde they were scene,<br> + Untill they came neare unto Bednall-greene;<br> + And as the knight lighted most courteouslìe,<br> + They all fought against him for pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> But rescew came speedilye over the plaine,<br> + Or else the young knight for his love had been slaine.<br> + This fray being ended, then straitway he see<br> + His kinsmen come rayling at pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Then spake the blind beggar, Although I bee poore,<br> + Yett rayle not against my child at my own doore:<br> + Though shee be not decked in velvett and pearle,<br> + Yett will I dropp angells with you for my girle.</p> + +<p> And then, if my gold may better her birthe,<br> + And equall the gold that you lay on the earth,<br> + Then neyther rayle nor grudge you to see<br> + The blind beggars daughter a lady to bee.</p> + +<p> But first you shall promise, and have it well knowne,<br> + The gold that you drop shall all be your owne.<br> + With that they replyed, Contented bee wee.<br> + Then here's, quoth the beggar, for pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> With that an angell he cast on the ground,<br> + And dropped in angels full three thousand pound;<br> + And oftentime itt was proved most plaine,<br> + For the gentlemens one the beggar droppt twayne:</p> + +<p> Soe that the place, wherin they did sitt,<br> + With gold it was covered every whitt.<br> + The gentlemen then having dropt all their store,<br> + Sayd, Now, beggar, hold, for wee have noe more.</p> + +<p> Thou hast fulfilled thy promise arright.<br> + Then marry, quoth he, my girle to this knight;<br> + And heere, added hee, I will now throwe you downe<br> + A hundred pounds more to buy her a gowne.</p> + +<p> The gentlemen all, that this treasure had seene,<br> + Admired the beggar of Bednall-greene:<br> + And all those, that were her suitors before,<br> + Their fleshe for very anger they tore.</p> + +<p> Thus was faire Besse matched to the knight,<br> + And then made a ladye in others despite:<br> + A fairer ladye there never was seene,<br> + Than the blind beggars daughter of Bednall-greene.</p> + +<p> But of their sumptuous marriage and feast,<br> + What brave lords and knights thither were prest,<br> + The SECOND FITT shall set forth to your sight<br> + With marveilous pleasure, and wished delight.</p> + +<br><br> +<h3>PART THE SECOND</h3> + +<p> Off a blind beggars daughter most bright,<br> + That late was betrothed unto a younge knight;<br> + All the discourse therof you did see;<br> + But now comes the wedding of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> Within a gorgeous palace most brave,<br> + Adorned with all the cost they cold have,<br> + This wedding was kept most sumptuouslìe,<br> + And all for the credit of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> All kind of dainties, and delicates sweete<br> + Were bought for the banquet, as it was most meete;<br> + Partridge, and plover, and venison most free,<br> + Against the brave wedding of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> This marriage through England was spread by report,<br> + Soe that a great number therto did resort<br> + Of nobles and gentles in every degree;<br> + And all for the fame of prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> To church then went this gallant younge knight;<br> + His bride followed after, an angell most bright,<br> + With troopes of ladyes, the like nere was scene<br> + As went with sweete Bessy of Bednall-greene.</p> + +<p> This marryage being solempnized then,<br> + With musicke performed by the skilfullest men,<br> + The nobles and gentles sate downe at that tyde,<br> + Each one admiring the beautiful bryde.</p> + +<p> Now, after the sumptuous dinner was done,<br> + To talke, and to reason a number begunn:<br> + They talkt of the blind beggars daughter most bright,<br> + And what with his daughter he gave to the knight.</p> + +<p> Then spake the nobles, "Much marveil have wee,<br> + This jolly blind beggar wee cannot here see."<br> + My lords, quoth the bride, my father's so base,<br> + He is loth with his presence these states to disgrace.</p> + +<p> "The prayse of a woman in question to bringe<br> + Before her own face, were a flattering thinge;<br> + But wee thinke thy father's baseness," quoth they,<br> + "Might by thy bewtye be cleane put awaye."</p> + +<p> They had noe sooner these pleasant words spoke,<br> + But in comes the beggar cladd in a silke cloke;<br> + A faire velvet capp, and a fether had hee,<br> + And now a musicyan forsooth he wold bee.</p> + +<p> He had a daintye lute under his arme,<br> + He touched the strings, which made such a charme,<br> + Saies, Please you to heare any musicke of mee,<br> + Ile sing you a song of pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> With that his lute he twanged straightway,<br> + And thereon begann most sweetlye to play;<br> + And after that lessons were playd two or three,<br> + He strayn'd out this song most delicatelìe.</p> + +<p> "A poore beggars daughter did dwell on a greene,<br> + Who for her fairenesse might well be a queene:<br> + A blithe bonny lasse, and a daintye was shee,<br> + And many one called her pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> "Her father hee had noe goods, nor noe land,<br> + But begged for a penny all day with his hand;<br> + And yett to her marriage he gave thousands three,<br> + And still he hath somewhat for pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> "And if any one here her birth doe disdaine,<br> + Her father is ready, with might and with maine,<br> + To proove shee is come of noble degree:<br> + Therfore never flout att prettye Bessee."</p> + +<p> With that the lords and the companye round<br> + With harty laughter were readye to swound;<br> + Att last said the lords, Full well wee may see,<br> + The bride and the beggar's behoulden to thee.</p> + +<p> On this the bride all blushing did rise,<br> + The pearlie dropps standing within her faire eyes,<br> + O pardon my father, grave nobles, quoth shee,<br> + That throughe blind affection thus doteth on mee.</p> + +<p> If this be thy father, the nobles did say,<br> + Well may he be proud of this happy day;<br> + Yett by his countenance well may wee see,<br> + His birth and his fortune did never agree:</p> + +<p> And therefore, blind man, we pray thee bewray,<br> + (and looke that the truth thou to us doe say)<br> + Thy birth and thy parentage, whatt itt may bee;<br> + For the love that thou bearest to pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> "Then give me leave, nobles and gentles, each one,<br> + One song more to sing, and then I have done;<br> + And if that itt may not winn good report,<br> + Then doe not give me a GROAT for my sport.</p> + +<p> "Sir Simon de Montfort my subject shal bee;<br> + Once chiefe of all the great barons was hee,<br> + Yet fortune so cruelle this lorde did abase,<br> + Now loste and forgotten are hee and his race.</p> + +<p> "When the barons in armes did King Henrye oppose,<br> + Sir Simon de Montfort their leader they chose;<br> + A leader of courage undaunted was hee,<br> + And oft-times he made their enemyes flee.</p> + +<p> "At length in the battle on Eveshame plaine<br> + The barons were routed, and Montford was slaine;<br> + Moste fatall that battel did prove unto thee,<br> + Thoughe thou wast not borne then, my prettye Bessee!</p> + +<p> "Along with the nobles, that fell at that tyde,<br> + His eldest son Henrye, who fought by his side,<br> + Was fellde by a blowe, he receivde in the fight!<br> + A blowe that deprivde him for ever of sight.</p> + +<p> "Among the dead bodyes all lifeless he laye,<br> + Till evening drewe on of the following daye,<br> + When by a yong ladye discovered was hee;<br> + And this was thy mother, my prettye Bessee!</p> + +<p> "A barons faire daughter stept forth in the nighte<br> + To search for her father, who fell in the fight,<br> + And seeing young Montfort, where gasping he laye,<br> + Was moved with pitye, and brought him awaye.</p> + +<p> "In secrette she nurst him, and swaged his paine,<br> + While he throughe the realme was beleeved to be slaine<br> + At lengthe his faire bride she consented to bee,<br> + And made him glad father of prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> "And nowe lest oure foes our lives sholde betraye,<br> + We clothed ourselves in beggars arraye;<br> + Her jewelles shee solde, and hither came wee:<br> + All our comfort and care was our prettye Bessee.</p> + +<p> "And here have we lived in fortunes despite,<br> + Thoughe poore, yet contented with humble delighte:<br> + Full forty winters thus have I beene<br> + A silly blind beggar of Bednall-greene.</p> + +<p> "And here, noble lordes, is ended the song<br> + Of one, that once to your own ranke did belong:<br> + And thus have you learned a secrette from mee,<br> + That ne'er had been knowne, but for prettye Bessee."</p> + +<p> Now when the faire companye everye one,<br> + Had heard the strange tale in the song he had showne,<br> + They all were amazed, as well they might bee,<br> + Both at the blinde beggar, and pretty Bessee.</p> + +<p> With that the faire bride they all did embrace,<br> + Saying, Sure thou art come of an honourable race,<br> + Thy father likewise is of noble degree,<br> + And thou art well worthy a lady to bee.</p> + +<p> Thus was the feast ended with joye and delighte,<br> + A bridegroome most happy then was the younge knighte,<br> + In joy and felicitie long lived hee,<br> + All with his faire ladye, the pretty Bessee.</p> + + + +<img alt="141.jpg (3K)" src="images/141.jpg" height="131" width="112"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap06">THOMAS THE RHYMER</a></h2> +<img alt="142.jpg (20K)" src="images/142.jpg" height="191" width="240"> +<br><br> +<a name="rhymer"></a> +<img alt="rhymer.jpg (93K)" src="images/rhymer.jpg" height="908" width="664"> + +<p> Thomas lay on the Huntlie bank,<br> + A spying ferlies wi his eee,<br> + And he did spy a lady gay,<br> + Come riding down by the lang lee.</p> + +<p> Her steed was o the dapple grey,<br> + And at its mane there hung bells nine;<br> + He thought he heard that lady say,<br> + "They gowden bells sall a' be thine."</p> + +<p> Her mantle was o velvet green,<br> + And a' set round wi jewels fine;<br> + Her hawk and hounds were at her side,<br> + And her bugle-horn wi gowd did shine.</p> + +<p> Thomas took aff baith cloak and cap,<br> + For to salute this gay lady:<br> + "O save ye, save ye, fair Queen o Heavn,<br> + And ay weel met ye save and see!"</p> + +<p> "I'm no the Queen o Heavn, Thomas;<br> + I never carried my head sae hee;<br> + For I am but a lady gay,<br> + Come out to hunt in my follee.</p> + +<p> "Now gin ye kiss my mouth, Thomas,<br> + Ye mauna miss my fair bodee;<br> + Then ye may een gang hame and tell<br> + That ye've lain wi a gay ladee."</p> + +<p> "O gin I loe a lady fair,<br> + Nae ill tales o her wad I tell,<br> + And it's wi thee I fain wad gae,<br> + Tho it were een to heavn or hell."</p> + +<p> "Then harp and carp, Thomas," she said,<br> + "Then harp and carp alang wi me;<br> + But it will be seven years and a day<br> + Till ye win back to yere ain countrie."</p> + +<p> The lady rade, True Thomas ran,<br> + Until they cam to a water wan;<br> + O it was night, and nae delight,<br> + And Thomas wade aboon the knee.</p> + +<p> It was dark night, and nae starn-light,<br> + And on they waded lang days three,<br> + And they heard the roaring o a flood,<br> + And Thomas a waefou man was he.</p> + +<p> Then they rade on, and farther on,<br> + Untill they came to a garden green;<br> + To pu an apple he put up his hand,<br> + For the lack o food he was like to tyne.</p> + +<p> "O haud yere hand, Thomas," she cried,<br> + "And let that green flourishing be;<br> + For it's the very fruit o hell,<br> + Beguiles baith man and woman o yere countrie.</p> + +<p> "But look afore ye, True Thomas,<br> + And I shall show ye ferlies three;<br> + Yon is the gate leads to our land,<br> + Where thou and I sae soon shall be.</p> + +<p> "And dinna ye see yon road, Thomas,<br> + That lies out-owr yon lilly lee?<br> + Weel is the man yon gate may gang,<br> + For it leads him straight to the heavens hie.</p> + +<p> "But do you see yon road, Thomas,<br> + That lies out-owr yon frosty fell?<br> + Ill is the man yon gate may gang,<br> + For it leads him straight to the pit o hell.</p> + +<p> "Now when ye come to our court, Thomas,<br> + See that a weel-learned man ye be;<br> + For they will ask ye, one and all,<br> + But ye maun answer nane but me.</p> + +<p> "And when nae answer they obtain,<br> + Then will they come and question me,<br> + And I will answer them again<br> + That I gat yere aith at the Eildon tree.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> "Ilka seven years, Thomas,<br> + We pay our teindings unto hell,<br> + And ye're sae leesome and sae strang<br> + That I fear, Thomas, it will be yeresell."</p> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap07">YOUNG BEICHAN</a></h2> +<img alt="146.jpg (16K)" src="images/146.jpg" height="177" width="239"> +<br><br> +<a name="beichan"></a> +<img alt="beichan.jpg (140K)" src="images/beichan.jpg" height="1021" width="750"> + +<p> In London city was Bicham born,<br> + He longd strange countries for to see,<br> + But he was taen by a savage Moor,<br> + Who handld him right cruely.</p> + +<p> For thro his shoulder he put a bore,<br> + An thro the bore has pitten a tree,<br> + An he's gard him draw the carts o wine,<br> + Where horse and oxen had wont to be.</p> + +<p> He's casten [him] in a dungeon deep,<br> + Where he coud neither hear nor see;<br> + He's shut him up in a prison strong,<br> + An he's handld him right cruely.</p> + +<p> O this Moor he had but ae daughter,<br> + I wot her name was Shusy Pye;<br> + She's doen her to the prison-house,<br> + And she's calld Young Bicham one word</p> + +<p> "O hae ye ony lands or rents,<br> + Or citys in your ain country,<br> + Coud free you out of prison strong,<br> + An coud mantain a lady free?"</p> + +<p> "O London city is my own,<br> + An other citys twa or three,<br> + Coud loose me out o prison strong,<br> + An coud mantain a lady free."</p> + +<p> O she has bribed her father's men<br> + Wi meikle goud and white money,<br> + She's gotten the key o the prison doors,<br> + An she has set Young Bicham free.</p> + +<p> She's g'in him a loaf o good white bread,<br> + But an a flask o Spanish wine,<br> + An she bad him mind on the ladie's love<br> + That sae kindly freed him out o pine.</p> + +<p> "Go set your foot on good ship-board,<br> + An haste you back to your ain country,<br> + An before that seven years has an end,<br> + Come back again, love, and marry me."</p> + +<p> It was long or seven years had an end<br> + She longd fu sair her love to see;<br> + She's set her foot on good ship-board,<br> + And turnd her back on her ain country.</p> + +<p> She's saild up, so has she doun,<br> + Till she came to the other side;<br> + She's landed at Young Bicham's gates,<br> + An I hop this day she sal be his bride.</p> + +<p> "Is this Young Bicham's gates?" says she,<br> + "Or is that noble prince within?"<br> + "He's up the stairs wi his bonny bride,<br> + An monny a lord and lady wi him."</p> + +<p> "O has he taen a bonny bride,<br> + An has he clean forgotten me!"<br> + An sighing said that gay lady,<br> + I wish I were in my ain country!</p> + +<p> But she's pitten her han in her pocket,<br> + An gin the porter guineas three;<br> + Says, Take ye that, ye proud porter,<br> + An bid the bridegroom speak to me.</p> + +<p> O whan the porter came up the stair,<br> + He's fa'n low down upon his knee:<br> + "Won up, won up, ye proud porter,<br> + An what makes a' this courtesy?"</p> + +<p> "O I've been porter at your gates<br> + This mair nor seven years an three,<br> + But there is a lady at them now<br> + The like of whom I never did see.</p> + +<p> "For on every finger she has a ring,<br> + An on the mid-finger she has three,<br> + An there's a meikle goud aboon her brow<br> + As woud buy an earldome o lan to me."</p> + +<p> Then up it started Young Bicham,<br> + An sware so loud by Our Lady,<br> + "It can be nane but Shusy Pye,<br> + That has come oer the sea to me."</p> + +<p> O quickly ran he down the stair,<br> + O fifteen steps he has made but three;<br> + He's tane his bonny love in his arms,<br> + An a wot he kissd her tenderly.</p> + +<p> "O hae you tane a bonny bride?<br> + An hae you quite forsaken me?<br> + An hae ye quite forgotten her<br> + That gae you life an liberty?"</p> + + <p>She's lookit oer her left shoulder<br> + To hide the tears stood in her ee;<br> + "Now fare thee well, Young Bicham," she says,<br> + "I'll strive to think nae mair on thee."</p> + +<p> "Take back your daughter, madam," he says,<br> + "An a double dowry I'll gi her wi;<br> + For I maun marry my first true love,<br> + That's done and suffered so much for me."</p> + +<p> He's take his bonny love by the ban,<br> + And led her to yon fountain stane;<br> + He's changd her name frae Shusy Pye,<br> + An he's cald her his bonny love, Lady Jane.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap08">BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY</a></h2> +<img alt="151.jpg (18K)" src="images/151.jpg" height="181" width="237"> +<br><br> + +<p> The fifteenth day of July,<br> + With glistering spear and shield,<br> + A famous fight in Flanders<br> + Was foughten in the field:<br> + The most couragious officers<br> + Were English captains three;<br> + But the bravest man in battel<br> + Was brave Lord Willoughbèy.</p> + +<p> The next was Captain Norris,<br> + A valiant man was hee:<br> + The other Captain Turner,<br> + From field would never flee.<br> + With fifteen hundred fighting men,<br> + Alas! there were no more,<br> + They fought with fourteen thousand then,<br> + Upon the bloody shore.</p> + +<p> Stand to it, noble pikemen,<br> + And look you round about:<br> + And shoot you right, you bow-men,<br> + And we will keep them out:<br> + You musquet and callìver men,<br> + Do you prove true to me,<br> + I'le be the formost man in fight,<br> + Says brave Lord Willoughbèy.</p> + +<p> And then the bloody enemy<br> + They fiercely did assail,<br> + And fought it out most furiously,<br> + Not doubting to prevail:<br> + The wounded men on both sides fell<br> + Most pitious for to see,<br> + Yet nothing could the courage quell<br> + Of brave Lord Willoughbèy.</p> + +<p> For seven hours to all mens view<br> + This fight endured sore,<br> + Until our men so feeble grew<br> + That they could fight no more;<br> + And then upon dead horses<br> + Full savourly they eat,<br> + And drank the puddle water,<br> + They could no better get.</p> + +<p> When they had fed so freely,<br> + They kneeled on the ground,<br> + And praised God devoutly<br> + For the favour they had found;<br> + And beating up their colours,<br> + The fight they did renew,<br> + And turning tow'rds the Spaniard,<br> + A thousand more they slew.</p> + +<p> The sharp steel-pointed arrows,<br> + And bullets thick did fly,<br> + Then did our valiant soldiers<br> + Charge on most furiously;<br> + Which made the Spaniards waver,<br> + They thought it best to flee,<br> + They fear'd the stout behaviour<br> + Of brave Lord Willoughbey.</p> + +<p> Then quoth the Spanish general,<br> + Come let us march away,<br> + I fear we shall be spoiled all<br> + If here we longer stay;<br> + For yonder comes Lord Willoughbey<br> + With courage fierce and fell,<br> + He will not give one inch of way<br> + For all the devils in hell.</p> + +<p> And then the fearful enemy<br> + Was quickly put to flight,<br> + Our men persued couragiously,<br> + And caught their forces quite;<br> + But at last they gave a shout,<br> + Which ecchoed through the sky,<br> + God, and St. George for England!<br> + The conquerors did cry.</p> + +<p> This news was brought to England<br> + With all the speed might be,<br> + And soon our gracious queen was told<br> + Of this same victory.<br> + O this is brave Lord Willoughbey,<br> + My love that ever won,<br> + Of all the lords of honour<br> + 'Tis he great deeds hath done.</p> + +<p> To the souldiers that were maimed,<br> + And wounded in the fray,<br> + The queen allowed a pension<br> + Of fifteen pence a day;<br> + And from all costs and charges<br> + She quit and set them free:<br> + And this she did all for the sake<br> + Of brave Lord Willoughbey.</p> + +<p> Then courage, noble Englishmen,<br> + And never be dismaid;<br> + If that we be but one to ten,<br> + We will not be afraid<br> + To fight with foraign enemies,<br> + And set our nation free.<br> + And thus I end the bloody bout<br> + Of brave Lord Willoughbey.</p> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap09">THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE</a></h2> +<img alt="155.jpg (12K)" src="images/155.jpg" height="168" width="239"> +<br><br> + +<p> Will you hear a Spanish lady,<br> + How shed wooed an English man?<br> + Garments gay and rich as may be<br> + Decked with jewels she had on.<br> + Of a comely countenance and grace was she,<br> + And by birth and parentage of high degree.</p> + +<p> As his prisoner there he kept her,<br> + In his hands her life did lye!<br> + Cupid's bands did tye them faster<br> + By the liking of an eye.<br> + In his courteous company was all her joy,<br> + To favour him in any thing she was not coy.</p> + +<p> But at last there came commandment<br> + For to set the ladies free,<br> + With their jewels still adorned,<br> + None to do them injury.<br> + Then said this lady mild, Full woe is me;<br> + O let me still sustain this kind captivity!</p> + +<p> Gallant captain, shew some pity<br> + To a ladye in distresse;<br> + Leave me not within this city,<br> + For to dye in heavinesse:<br> + Thou hast this present day my body free,<br> + But my heart in prison still remains with thee.</p> + +<p> "How should'st thou, fair lady, love me,<br> + Whom thou knowest thy country's foe?<br> + Thy fair wordes make me suspect thee:<br> + Serpents lie where flowers grow."<br> + All the harme I wishe to thee, most courteous knight,<br> + God grant the same upon my head may fully light.<br></p> + +<p> Blessed be the time and season,<br> + That you came on Spanish ground;<br> + If our foes you may be termed,<br> + Gentle foes we have you found:<br> + With our city, you have won our hearts eche one,<br> + Then to your country bear away, that is your owne.</p> + +<p> "Rest you still, most gallant lady;<br> + Rest you still, and weep no more;<br> + Of fair lovers there is plenty,<br> + Spain doth yield a wonderous store."<br> + Spaniards fraught with jealousy we often find,<br> + But Englishmen through all the world are counted kind.</p> + +<p> Leave me not unto a Spaniard,<br> + You alone enjoy my heart:<br> + I am lovely, young, and tender,<br> + Love is likewise my desert:<br> + Still to serve thee day and night my mind is prest;<br> + The wife of every Englishman is counted blest.<br></p> + +<p> "It wold be a shame, fair lady,<br> + For to bear a woman hence;<br> + English soldiers never carry<br> + Any such without offence."<br> + I'll quickly change myself, if it be so,<br> + And like a page He follow thee, where'er thou go.</p> + +<p> "I have neither gold nor silver<br> + To maintain thee in this case,<br> + And to travel is great charges,<br> + As you know in every place."<br> + My chains and jewels every one shal be thy own,<br> + And eke five hundred pounds in gold that lies unknown.</p> + +<p> "On the seas are many dangers,<br> + Many storms do there arise,<br> + Which wil be to ladies dreadful,<br> + And force tears from watery eyes."<br> + Well in troth I shall endure extremity,<br> + For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee.</p> + +<p> "Courteous ladye, leave this fancy,<br> + Here comes all that breeds the strife;<br> + I in England have already<br> + A sweet woman to my wife:<br> + I will not falsify my vow for gold nor gain,<br> + Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain."</p> + +<p> O how happy is that woman<br> + That enjoys so true a friend!<br> + Many happy days God send her;<br> + Of my suit I make an end:<br> + On my knees I pardon crave for my offence,<br> + Which did from love and true affection first commence.</p> + +<p> Commend me to thy lovely lady,<br> + Bear to her this chain of gold;<br> + And these bracelets for a token;<br> + Grieving that I was so bold:<br> + All my jewels in like sort take thou with thee,<br> + For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me.</p> + +<p> I will spend my days in prayer,<br> + Love and all her laws defye;<br> + In a nunnery will I shroud mee<br> + Far from any companye:<br> + But ere my prayers have an end, be sure of this,<br> + To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss.</p> + +<p> Thus farewell, most gallant captain!<br> + Farewell too my heart's content!<br> + Count not Spanish ladies wanton,<br> + Though to thee my love was bent:<br> + Joy and true prosperity goe still with thee!<br> + "The like fall ever to thy share, most fair ladie."</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<p><a name="chap10">THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY</a></p> +<img alt="160.jpg (9K)" src="images/160.jpg" height="121" width="235"> +<br><br> + +<p> It was a friar of orders gray<br> + Walkt forth to tell his beades;<br> + And he met with a lady faire,<br> + Clad in a pilgrime's weedes.</p> + +<p> Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar,<br> + I pray thee tell to me,<br> + If ever at yon holy shrine<br> + My true love thou didst see.</p> + +<p> And how should I know your true love<br> + From many another one?<br> + O by his cockle hat, and staff,<br> + And by his sandal shoone.</p> + +<p> But chiefly by his face and mien,<br> + That were so fair to view;<br> + His flaxen locks that sweetly curl'd,<br> + And eyne of lovely blue.</p> + +<p> O lady, he is dead and gone!<br> + Lady, he's dead and gone!<br> + And at his head a green grass turfe,<br> + And at his heels a stone.</p> + +<p> Within these holy cloysters long<br> + He languisht, and he dyed,<br> + Lamenting of a ladyes love,<br> + And 'playning of her pride.</p> + +<p> Here bore him barefac'd on his bier<br> + Six proper youths and tall,<br> + And many a tear bedew'd his grave<br> + Within yon kirk-yard wall.</p> + +<p> And art thou dead, thou gentle youth!<br> + And art thou dead and gone!<br> + And didst thou die for love of me!<br> + Break, cruel heart of stone!</p> + +<p> O weep not, lady, weep not soe;<br> + Some ghostly comfort seek:<br> + Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart,<br> + Ne teares bedew thy cheek.</p> + +<p> O do not, do not, holy friar,<br> + My sorrow now reprove;<br> + For I have lost the sweetest youth,<br> + That e'er wan ladyes love.</p> + +<p> And nowe, alas! for thy sad losse,<br> + I'll evermore weep and sigh;<br> + For thee I only wisht to live,<br> + For thee I wish to dye.</p> + +<p> Weep no more, lady, weep no more,<br> + Thy sorrowe is in vaine:<br> + For violets pluckt the sweetest showers<br> + Will ne'er make grow againe.</p> + +<p> Our joys as winged dreams doe flye,<br> + Why then should sorrow last?<br> + Since grief but aggravates thy losse,<br> + Grieve not for what is past.</p> + +<p> O say not soe, thou holy friar;<br> + I pray thee, say not soe:<br> + For since my true-love dyed for mee,<br> + 'Tis meet my tears should flow.</p> + +<p> And will he ne'er come again?<br> + Will he ne'er come again?<br> + Ah! no, he is dead and laid in his grave,<br> + For ever to remain.</p> + +<p> His cheek was redder than the rose;<br> + The comliest youth was he!<br> + But he is dead and laid in his grave:<br> + Alas, and woe is me!</p> + +<p> Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more,<br> + Men were deceivers ever:<br> + One foot on sea and one on land,<br> + To one thing constant never.</p> + +<p> Hadst thou been fond, he had been false,<br> + And left thee sad and heavy;<br> + For young men ever were fickle found,<br> + Since summer trees were leafy.</p> + +<p> Now say not so, thou holy friar,<br> + I pray thee say not soe;<br> + My love he had the truest heart:<br> + O he was ever true!</p> + +<p> And art thou dead, thou much-lov'd youth,<br> + And didst thou dye for mee?<br> + Then farewell home; for ever-more<br> + A pilgrim I will bee.</p> + +<p> But first upon my true-loves grave<br> + My weary limbs I'll lay,<br> + And thrice I'll kiss the green-grass turf,<br> + That wraps his breathless clay.</p> + +<p> Yet stay, fair lady; rest awhile<br> + Beneath this cloyster wall:<br> + See through the hawthorn blows the cold wind,<br> + And drizzly rain doth fall.</p> + +<p> O stay me not, thou holy friar;<br> + O stay me not, I pray;<br> + No drizzly rain that falls on me,<br> + Can wash my fault away.</p> + +<p> Yet stay, fair lady, turn again,<br> + And dry those pearly tears;<br> + For see beneath this gown of gray<br> + Thy own true-love appears.</p> + +<p> Here forc'd by grief, and hopeless love,<br> + These holy weeds I sought;<br> + And here amid these lonely walls<br> + To end my days I thought.</p> + +<p> But haply for my year of grace<br> + Is not yet past away,<br> + Might I still hope to win thy love,<br> + No longer would I stay.</p> + +<p> Now farewell grief, and welcome joy<br> + Once more unto my heart;<br> + For since I have found thee, lovely youth,<br> + We never more will part.</p> + + + + +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Book of Ballads, Volume 2, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOK OF BALLADS, VOLUME 2 *** + +***** This file should be named 7532-h.htm or 7532-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files 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