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THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON.
And when he had been seven long yeares,
And never his love could see:
When she little thought of mee.
Then all the maids of Islington
Went forth to sport and playe,
She secretly stole awaye.
She pulled off her
greene, And put on ragged attire, And to faire London she would go
Her true love to enquire.
And as she went along the high road,
The weather being hot and drye, She sat her downe upon a green bank,
And her true love came riding bye.
She started up, with a colour soe redd,
Catching hold of his bridle-reine; One penny, one
kind sir, she sayd, Will ease me of much paine.
Before I give you one penny, sweet-heart,
Praye tell me where you were borne. At Islington, kind sir, sayd shee,
35 Where I have had many a scorne. N 2
I prythee, I prythee, sweet-heart, then tell to mee,
O tell me, whether you knowe The bayliffes daughter of Islington.
She is dead, sir, long agoe.
If she be dead, then take my horse,
My saddle and bridle also;
Where noe man shall me knowe.
O staye, O staye, thou goodlye youthe,
She standeth by thy side ;
And readye to be thy bride.
O farewell griefe, and welcome joye,
Ten thousand times therefore;
Whom I thought I should never see more.
THE WILLOW TREE.
A PASTORAL DIALOGUE.
From the small black-letter collection, intitled, *The Golden Garland of princely Delights,” collated with two other copies, and corrected by conjecture.
w now, shepherde, what meanes that?
They are chang'd, and so am I;
Phillis ! shee that lov'd thee long?
Shee that long true love profest,
Come then, shepherde, let us joine,
Thy hard happ doth mine appease,
is given (with corrections) from the editor's ancient folio MS. collated with two printed copies in black-letter; one in the British Museum, the other in the Pepys Collection. Its old title is, “A lamentable “ballad of the Lady's fall.” To the tune of “In Pescod “Time, &c.”—The ballad here referred to is preserved in the Muses LIBRARY, 8vo. p. 281. It is an allegory or vision, intitled, “The SHEPHERD'S SLUMBER;" and opens with some pretty rural images, viz.
“In pescod time when hound to horn
“ Gives eare till buck be kild,
“ Sate keeping beasts a-field.
“I went to gather strawberries
Marke well my heavy dolefull tale,
You loyall lovers all,
A gallant ladyes fall.
To lead a wedded life,
Before shee was a wife,