To church then went this gallant young knight; His bride followed after, an angel most bright, With troops of ladies, the like ne'er was seen, As went with sweet Bessy of Bednall-green. This marriage being solemnized then, With musick performed by the skilfullest men, The nobles and gentles sat down at that tide, Each one admiring the beautiful bride. Now, after the sumptuous dinner was done, To talk, and to reason a number begun: They talked of the blind beggar's daughter most bright, And what with his daughter he gave to the knight. Then spake the nobles, 'Much marvel have we, This jolly blind beggar we cannot here see.' My lords, quoth the bride, my father's so base, He is loth with his presence these states to disgrace. 'The praise of a woman in question to bring Before her own face, were a flattering thing, But we think thy father's baseness,' quoth they, 'Might by thy beauty be clean put away.' They had no sooner these pleasant words spoke, But in comes the beggar clad in a silk cloak; A fair velvet cap, and a feather had he, And now a musician forsooth he would be. He had a dainty lute under his arm, He touched the strings, which made such a charm, Says, Please you to hear any musick of me, I'll sing you a song of pretty Bessee. With that his lute he twanged straightway, And thereon began most sweetly to play; And after that lessons were played two or three, He strain'd out this song most delicatelìe. 'A poor beggar's daughter did dwell on a green, Who for her fairness might well be a queen: A blithe bonny lass, and a dainty was she, And many one called her pretty Bessee. 'Her father he had no goods, nor no land, But begged for a penny all day with his hand; And yet to her marriage he gave thousands three, And still he hath somewhat for pretty Bessee. 'And if any one here her birth do disdain, Her father is ready, with might and with main, To prove she is come of noble degree: Therefore never flout at pretty Bessee.' With that the lords and the company round With hearty laughter were ready to swound; At last said the lords, Full well we may see, The bride and the beggar's beholden to thee. On this the bride all blushing did rise, The pearly drops standing within her fair eyes, O pardon my father, grave nobles, quoth she, That through blind affection thus doteth on me. If this be thy father, the nobles did say, Well may he be proud of this happy day; Yet by his countenance well may we see, His birth and his fortune did never agree: 'And therefore, blind man, we pray thee bewray (And look that the truth thou to us do say) Thy birth and thy parentage, what it may be; For the love that thou bearest to pretty Bessee.' 'Then give me leave, nobles and gentles, each one, One song more to sing, and then I have done; And if that it may not win good report, Then do not give me a _groat_ for my sport.