72. THE SONG OF THE MOOR. The melody was taken down at Merrivale Bridge, Dartmoor, from a quarryman named Nankivel, commonly known as "Old Capul." To this air he sang a farcical ballad, "The Infant," quite unworthy of it. I have, accordingly, written fresh words to a really good swinging tune. The original began as follows-- "O when I was an Infant, to London I did go, Among the French and Spaniards my gallantry to show. And when I reached the Eastern shore, I let my head hang down, I tripped over Baganells (?) and never touched the ground. Fal-de-ral-de, etc. "So when I reached the Eastern shore, I met a giant high, He lookèd down upon me, and bade me pass him by. He challenged me to dance and sing, to whistle and to run, I beat him out of all his wits, and kill'd him when I'd done. "The people in amazement stood, to see what I had done, They gave me silver plate, about a fifty ton. I made myself a little box, about three acres square, I filled it to the very top, with my bright silver ware." And so on through a string of absurdities. It is apparently a modernised version of "The Jovial Broomman," by R. Climsall, published by R. Harper, 1635-1642. "Roxburgh ballads," ed. Chappell, i. p. 500. 73. ON A MAY MORNING SO EARLY. This melody belongs to the ballad "I'm Seventeen on Sunday." This begins-- "As I walked out one May morning, One May morning so early, O there I spied a fair pretty maid All on the dew so pearly. With a fa-la-la, with a fa-la-la, All on the dew so pearly. "O where are you going my fair pretty maid? O where are you going my lambie? Then cheerfully she answered me, On an errand for my mammie. "How old are you, my fair pretty maid? How old are you, my honey? Then cheerfully she answered me, I'm seventeen on Sunday."