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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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              Young Andrew
i
AS I was cast in my first sleepe, A dreadfull draught in my mind I drew, For I was dreamed of a young man, Some men called him Yonge Andrew.
ii The moone shone bright, and it cast a fayre light:
' Welcome,' says she, ' my honey, my sweete ! For I have loved thee this seven long yeare, And our chance it was we cold never meete.'
in Then he tooke her in his armes two,
And kissed her both cheeke and chin, And twise or thrise he kissed this may
Before they two did part in twin.
IV
' Faire maid I cannot do as I wo'ld ;
[Yet what I can will I pleasure thee] Goe home and fett thy father's red gold,
And I'le goe to the church and marry thee.
v This ladye is gone to her father's hall,
And well she knew where his red gold [lain], And counted forth five hundred pound,
Besides all other jewels and chaines .'
VI
And brought it all to Younge Andrew, It was well counted upon his knee :
Then he tocke her by the lilye-white hand And led her up to an hill sae hie.
draught] picture.             may] maid.            fett] fetch.
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