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THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON
VII
As she went along the road,
The weather being hot and dry, There was she aware of her true-love,
At length came riding by.
VIII
She stept to him, as red as any rose, And took him by the bridle-ring :
' I pray you, kind sir, give me one penny, To ease my weary limb.'—
IX
' I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me
Where that thou wast born ? '— ' At Islington, kind sir,' said she,
i Where I have had many a scorn.'—
x
' I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me
Whether thou dost know The bailiff's daughter of Islington ?'—
' She's dead, sir, long ago.'—
XI
' Then will I sell my goodly steed,
My saddle and my bow ; I will into some far countrey,
Where no man doth me know.'—
XII
i Oh stay, O stay, thou goodly youth !
She 's alive, she is not dead; Here she standeth by thy side, And is ready to be thy bride.'— 8i' |
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