Yet she was coye, and would not believe That he did love her soe, Noe nor at any time would she Any countenance to him showe. But when his friendes did understand His fond and foolish minde, They sent him up to faire London An apprentice for to binde. And when he had been seven long yeares, And never his love could see: Many a teare have I shed for her sake, When she little thought of mee. Then all the maids of Islington Went forth to sport and playe, All but the bayliffes daughter deare; She secretly stole awaye. She pulled off her gowne of greene, And put on ragged attire, And to faire London she would goe 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 penny, 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, Where I have had many a scorne. 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; For I will into some far countrye, Where noe man shall me knowe. O staye, O staye, thou goodlye youthe, She standeth by thy side; She is here alive, she is not dead, And readye to be thy bride. O farewell griefe, and welcome joye, Ten thousand times therefore; For nowe I have founde mine owne true love, Whom I thought I should never see more. THE THREE RAVENS There were three rauens sat on a tree, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe There were three rauens sat on a tree, With a downe There were three rauens sat on a tree, They were as blacke as they might be With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe The one of them said to his mate, "Where shall we our breakefast take?" "Downe in yonder greene field, There lies a knight slain vnder his shield. "His hounds they lie downe at his feete, So well they can their master keepe. "His haukes they flie so eagerly, There's no fowle dare him come nie." Downe there comes a fallow doe, As great with yong as she might goe. She lift up his bloudy hed, And kist his wounds that were so red. She got him up upon her backe, And carried him to earthen lake. She buried him before the prime, She was dead herselfe ere even-song time. God send every gentleman, Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman. THE GABERLUNZIE MAN