The gentleman said, "Come marry with me, In silks and in velvets my Bessee shall be; My heart lies distracted, oh hear me!" quoth he, "And grant me thy love, my dear pretty Bessee." "Let me be thy husband," the merchant did say, "Thou shalt live in London most gallant and gay; My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee, And I will for ever love pretty Bessee." Then Bessee she sighed, and thus she did say; "My father and mother I mean to obey; First get their goodwill, and be faithful to me, And you shall enjoy your dear pretty Bessee." To every one of them that answer she made; Therefore unto her they joyfully said, "This thing to fulfill we all now agree; But where dwells thy father, my pretty Bessee?" "My father," quoth she, "is soon to be seen; The silly blind beggar of Bednall Green, That daily sits begging for charity, He is the kind father of pretty Bessee. "His marks and his token are knowen full well; He always is led by a dog and a bell; A poor silly old man, God knoweth, is he, Yet he is the true father of pretty Bessee." "Nay, nay," quoth the merchant, "thou art not for me;" "She," quoth the innholder, "my wife shall not be;" "I loathe," said the gentleman, "a beggar's degree, Therefore, now farewell, my pretty Bessee." "Why then," quoth the knight, "hap better or worse, I weigh not true love by the weight of the purse, And beauty is beauty in every degree; Then welcome to me, my dear pretty Bessee. "With thee to thy father forthwith I will go." "Nay, forbear," quoth his kinsman, "it must not be so: A poor beggar's daughter a lady sha'nt be; Then take thy adieu of thy pretty Bessee." As soon then as it was break of the day, The knight had from Rumford stole Bessee away; The young men of Rumford, so sick as may be, Rode after to fetch again pretty Bessee. As swift as the wind to ride they were seen, Until they came near unto Bednall Green, And as the knight lighted most courteously, They fought against him for pretty Bessee. But rescue came presently over the plain, Or else the knight there for his love had been slain; The fray being ended, they straightway did see His kinsman come railing at pretty Bessee. Then bespoke the Blind Beggar, "Altho' I be poor, Rail not against my child at my own door; Though she be not decked in velvet and pearl, Yet I will drop angels with thee for my girl; "And then if my gold should better her birth, And equal the gold you lay on the earth, Then neither rail you, nor grudge you to see The Blind Beggar's daughter a lady to be. "But first, I will hear, and have it well known, The gold that you drop it shall be all you own;" "With that," they replied, "contented we be;" "Then here's," quoth the beggar, "for pretty Bessee." With that an angel he dropped on the ground, And dropped, in angels, full three thousand pound; And oftentimes it proved most plain, For the gentleman's one, the beggar dropped twain.