He was a braw gallant,

And he rid at the ring;

And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Oh he might have been a king!

He was a braw gallant,

And he play'd at the ba";

And the bonny Earl of Murray
Was the flower amang them a'!

He was a braw gallant,

And he play'd at the glove;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Oh he was the Queen's love!

Oh lang will his Lady

Look o'er the Castle Down,
Ere she see the Earl of Murray
Come sounding thro' the town!

Child, Pop. Bal., No. 181A.

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THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF

ISLINGTON

THERE was a youth, and a well-beloved youth, And he was a squire's son:

He loved the bailiff's daughter dear,

That lived in Islington.

The Bailift's Daughter of › Islington: ! Yet she was coy and would not believe (5 That he did love her so,

No, nor at any time would she

Any countenance to him show, bd ·

But when his friends did understand
His fond and foolish mind,
They sent him up to fair London

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And when he had been seven long' years, } And never his love could see: "Many a tear have I shed for her sake, When she little thought of me.”

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Then all the maids of Islington Irod
Went forth to sport and play, 95°F
All but the bailiff's daughter dear;

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She secretly stole away,' () "20 50 nh ¿d fubra

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She pulled off her gown of green,izi 12
And put on ragged attire,›

And to fair London she would go

Her true love to enquirè,ng limoni ("

And as she went along the high road, 10 25
The weather being hot and dryptok FI
She sat her down upon a green bank,
And her true love came riding by.

She started up, with a color so red,
Catching hold of his bridle-rein;

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One penny, one penny, kind sir," she said, "Will ease me of much pain."

"Before I give you one penny, sweetheart,

Pray tell me where you were born."

"At Islington, kind sir," said she,

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"Where I have had many a scorn."

"I prithee, sweetheart, then tell to me,
O tell me, whether you know
The bailiff'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 into some far country,
Where no man shall me know."

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"O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth, She standeth by thy side;

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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."

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HIND HORN

"HIND HORN fair, and Hind Horn free,
O where were you born, in what countrie?"

"In gude green-wood, there I was born, And all my forebears me beforn.

"O seven years I served the king,
And as for wages, I never gat nane;

"But ae sight o' his ae daughter, And that was thro' an auger-bore.

"My love ga'e me a siller wand, 'T was to rule over a' Scotland.

"And she ga'e me a gay gowd ring, The virtue o' 't was above a' thing.

"As lang 's this ring it keeps the hue, Ye 'll know I am a lover true:

"But when the ring turns pale and wan, Ye 'll know I love another man.'"

He hoist up sails, and awa' sail'd he,
And sail'd into a far countrie.

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And when he look'd upon his ring,
He knew she loved another man.

He hoist up sails and home came he,
Home unto his ain countrie

The first he met on his own land,

'It chanc'd to be a beggar man.

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"What news, what news, my gude auld1man? 25 What news, what news ha'e ye to me?"

"Nae news, nae news," said the auld man, ⠀

"Will ye lend me your begging weed?

And I'll lend you my riding steed."

"My begging weed will ill suit thee,

And your riding steed will ill suit me."

But part be right, and part be wrang, g
Frae the beggar man the cloak he wan.

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"Auld man, come tell to me your leed; i What news ye gi'e when ye beg your bread."

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As ye walk up unto the hill, it mit nokar jull
Your pike staff ye lend ye till.

"But whan ye come near by the yett, 1 Straight to them ye will upstep. 54.

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