Before I give you one penny, sweet-heart, Pray tell me where you were born. At Islington, kind sir, said she, Where I have had many a scorn. I prythe, sweet-heart, then tell to me, O tell me, whether you know, The bayliffe's daughter of Islington. She is dead, sir, long ago. If she be dead, then take my horse, My saddle and bridle also; For I will unto some far country, Where no man shall me know. O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth, She standeth by thy side; She is here alive, she is not dead, And ready to be thy bride. O farewell grief, and welcome joy, Ten thousand times therefore; For now I have found mine own true love. Whom I thought I should never see more. CHEVY CHASE PART I GOD prosper long our noble King, Our lives and safeties all! A woeful Hunting once there did In Chevy Chase befall. To drive the deer, with hound and horn, Earl Percy took the way; The child may rue, that is unborn, The hunting of that day! The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods, Three summer days to take; The chiefest harts in Chevy Chase, To kill and bear away. These tidings to Earl Douglas came In Scotland, where he lay. Who sent Earl Percy present word, He would prevent his sport. The English Earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well, in time of need, To aim their shafts aright. The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran, To chase the fallow deer. On Monday, they began to hunt, Ere daylight did appear; And long before high noon they had A hundred fat bucks slain: Then, having dined, the drovers went To rouse the deer again. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods, The nimble deer to take, That with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make. Lord Percy, to the quarry went, To view the slaughtered deer, Quoth he, 'Earl Douglas promised This day to meet me here: 'But if I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay!' With that, a brave young gentleman, Thus to the Earl did say: 'Lo! yonder doth Earl Douglas come! His men in armour bright! Full twenty hundred Scottish spears All marching in our sight! 'All pleasant men of Tividale, Fast by the river Tweed.' 'O, cease your sports!' Earl Percy said, And take your bows with speed; 'And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For there was never champion yet, In Scotland, nor in France, 'That ever did on horseback come; And, if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear!' Earl Douglas, on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold. 'Show me,' said he, whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here? That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow deer?' The first man that did answer make, Was noble Percy he, Who said, 'We list not to declare, Nor show, whose men we be: