Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old, I will maintaine thee and thy sonne: And the men shall have five hundred markes For the good service they have done. Then in came the queene with ladyes fair To see Sir Andrewe Barton knight: They weend that hee were brought on shore, And thought to have seen a gallant sight. But when they see his deadlye face, And eyes soe hollow in his head, I wold give, quoth the king, a thousand markes, This man were alive as hee is dead: Yett for the manfull part hee playd, Which fought soe well with heart and hand, His men shall have twelvepence a day, Till they come to my brother kings high land. MAY COLLIN May Collin ... ... was her father's heir, And she fell in love with a false priest, And she rued it ever mair. He followd her butt, he followd her benn, He followd her through the hall, Till she had neither tongue nor teeth Nor lips to say him naw. "We'll take the steed out where he is, The gold where eer it be, And we'll away to some unco land, And married we shall be." They had not riden a mile, a mile, A mile but barely three, Till they came to a rank river, Was raging like the sea. "Light off, light off now, May Collin, It's here that you must die; Here I have drownd seven king's daughters, The eight now you must be. "Cast off, cast off now, May Collin, Your gown that's of the green; For it's oer good and oer costly To rot in the sea-stream. "Cast off, cast off now, May Collin, Your coat that's of the black; For it's oer good and oer costly To rot in the sea-wreck. "Cast off, cast off now, May Collin, Your stays that are well laced; For thei'r oer good and costly In the sea's ground to waste. "Cast [off, cast off now, May Collin,] Your sark that's of the holland; For [it's oer good and oer costly] To rot in the sea-bottom." "Turn you about now, falsh Mess John, To the green leaf of the tree; It does not fit a mansworn man A naked woman to see." He turnd him quickly round about, To the green leaf of the tree; She took him hastly in her arms And flung him in the sea. "Now lye you there, you falsh Mess John, My mallasin go with thee! You thought to drown me naked and bare, But take your cloaths with thee, And if there be seven king's daughters there Bear you them company" She lap on her milk steed And fast she bent the way, And she was at her father's yate Three long hours or day. Up and speaks the wylie parrot, So wylily and slee: "Where is the man now, May Collin, That gaed away wie thee?" "Hold your tongue, my wylie parrot, And tell no tales of me, And where I gave a pickle befor It's now I'll give you three." [Illustration] THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER OF BEDNALL GREEN PART THE FIRST