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But she was coy and never would On him her heart bestow
'Till he was sent to London town Because he lov'd her so.
When seven years had pass'd away
She put on mean attire, And straight to London she would go
About him to enquire.
And as she went along the road, Through weather hot and dry,
She rested on a grassy load And her love came riding by.
" Give me a penny, thou 'prentice good.
Relieve a maid forlorn ! " " Before I give you a penny, sweetheart,
Pray tell me where you were born."
•* Oh I was born at Islington."' "Then tell me if you know The bailiff's daughter of that place." " She died, sir, long ago."
' If she be dead, then take my horse, My saddle and bridle also, For I will to some distant land Where no man shall me know.*1
' O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth, She standeth by thy side! She's here, alive, she is not dead, But ready to be thy bride! "
H 4868.
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