There is a #German# ballad which has some slight connection with all the foregoing, and a very slight story it is altogether: 'Stolz Heinrich,' Simrock, No 9, p. 23, 'Stolz Syburg,' Reiffenberg, No 16, p. 32, No 17, p. 34, from the Lower Rhine and Münster; made over, in Kretzschmer, I, 187, No 106. Heinrich, or Syburg, wooes a king's daughter in a distant land. He asks her to go with him, and says he has seven mills in his country. "Tell me what they grind," says Margaret, "and I will go with you." The mills grind sugar and cinnamon, mace and cloves. They come to a green heath. Margaret thinks she sees the mills gleaming: he tells her that a green heath is all he has. "Then God have mercy that I have come so far," she says; draws a sword; kneels before him, and stabs herself. The ballad of 'Young Andrew,' further on, has points in common with 'The Fair Flower of Northumberland.' * * * * * #C# is translated by Rosa Warrens, Schottische Lieder der Vorzeit, No 31, p. 137. A #a.# Deloney's Pleasant History of John Winchcomb, 9th ed., London, 1633, reprinted by Halliwell, p. 61. #b.# Ritson's Ancient Songs, 1790, p. 169. 1 It was a knight in Scotland borne Follow, my love, come over the strand Was taken prisoner, and left forlorne, Even by the good Earle of Northumberland. 2 Then was he cast in prison strong, Where he could not walke nor lie along, Even by the goode Earle of Northumberland. 3 And as in sorrow thus he lay, The Earle's sweete daughter walkt that way, And she the faire flower of Northumberland. 4 And passing by, like an angell bright, The prisoner had of her a sight, And she the faire flower of Northumberland. 5 And loud to her this knight did crie, The salt teares standing in his eye, And she the faire flower of Northumberland. 6 'Faire lady,' he said, 'take pity on me, And let me not in prison dye, And you the faire flower of Northumberland.' 7 'Faire Sir, how should I take pity on thee, Thou being a foe to our countrey, And I the faire flower of Northumberland.' 8 'Faire lady, I am no foe,' he said, 'Through thy sweet love heere was I stayd, For thee, the faire flower of Northumberland.' 9 'Why shouldst thou come heere for love of me, Having wife and children in thy countrie? And I the faire flower of Northumberland.' 10 'I sweare by the blessed Trinitie, I have no wife nor children, I, Nor dwelling at home in merrie Scotland. 11 'If curteously you will set me free, I vow that I will marrie thee, So soone as I come in faire Scotland. 12 'Thou shalt be a lady of castles and towers, And sit like a queene in princely bowers, When I am at home in faire Scotland.'