{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch112.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch112.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch112.htm","text":"112A.1 YONDER comes a courteous knight,\nLustely raking ouer the lay;\nHe was well ware of a bonny lasse,\nAs she came wandring ouer the way.\nRefrain: Then she sang downe a downe, hey downe derry (bis)\n112A.2 \u2018Ioue you speed, fayre lady,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Among the leaues that be so greene;\nIf I were a king, and wore a crowne,\nFull soone, fair lady, shouldst thou be a queen.\n112A.3 \u2018Also Ioue saue you, faire lady,\nAmong the roses that be so red;\nIf I haue not my will of you,\nFull soone, faire lady, shall I be dead.\u2019\n112A.4 Then he lookt east, then hee lookt west,\nHee lookt north, so did he south;\nHe could not finde a priuy place,\nFor all lay in the diuel\u2019s mouth.\n112A.5 \u2018If you will carry me, gentle sir,\nA mayde vnto my father\u2019s hall,\nThen you shall haue your will of me,\nVnder purple and vnder paule.\u2019\n112A.6 He set her vp vpon a steed,\nAnd him selfe vpon another,\nAnd all the day he rode her by,\nAs though they had been sister and brother.\n112A.7 When she came to her father\u2019s hall,\nIt was well walled round about;\nShe yode in at the wicket-gate,\nAnd shut the foure-eard foole without.\n112A.8 \u2018You had me,\u2019 quoth she, \u2018abroad in the field,\nAmong the corne, amidst the hay,\nWhere you might had your will of mee,\nFor, in good faith, sir, I neuer said nay.\n112A.9 \u2018Ye had me also amid the field,\nAmong the rushes that were so browne,\nWhere you might had your will of me,\nBut you had not the face to lay me downe.\u2019\n112A.10 He pulled out his nut-browne sword,\nAnd wipt the rust off with his sleeue,\nAnd said, Ioue\u2019s curse come to his heart\nThat any woman would beleeue!\n112A.11 When you haue you owne true-loue\nA mile or twaine out of the towne,\nSpare not for her gay clothing,\nBut lay her body flat on the ground.\n112B: Blow Away the Morning Dew\n112B.1 THERE was a knight, and he was young,\nA riding along the way, sir,\nAnd there he met a lady fair,\nAmong the cocks of hay, sir.\n112B.2 Quoth he, Shall you and I, lady,\nAmong the grass lye down a?\nAnd I will have a special care\nOf rumpling of your gown a.\n112B.3 \u2018If you will go along with me\nUnto my father\u2019s hall, sir,\nYou shall enjoy my maidenhead,\nAnd my estate and all, sir.\u2019\n112B.4 So he mounted her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself upon another,\nAnd then they rid upon the road,\nLike sister and like brother.\n112B.5 And when she came to her father\u2019s house,\nWhich was moated round about, sir,\nShe stepped streight within the gate,\nAnd shut this young knight out, sir.\n112B.6 \u2018Here is a purse of gold,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Take if for your pains, sir;\nAnd I will send my father\u2019s man\nTo go home with you again, sir.\n112B.7 \u2018And if you meet a lady fair,\nAs you go thro the next town, sir,\nYou must not fear the dew of the grass,\nNor the rumpling of her gown, sir.\n112B.8 \u2018And if you meet a lady gay,\nAs you go by the hill, sir,\nIf you will not when you may,\nYou shall not when you will, sir.\u2019\n112C: Blow Away the Morning Dew\n112C.1 THERE was a knight was drunk with wine\nA riding along the way, sir,\nAnd there he did meet with a lady fine,\nAnd among the cocks of hay, sir.\n112C.2 One favour he did crave of her,\nAnd askd her to lay her down, sir,\nBut he had neither cloth nor sheet,\nTo keep her from the ground, sir.\n112C.3 \u2018There is a great dew upon the grass,\nAnd if you shoud lay me down, sir,\nYou would spoil my gay clothing,\nThat has cost me many a pound, sir.\u2019\n112C.4 \u2018I have a cloak of scarlet red,\nI\u2019ll lay it under you, love,\nSo you will grant me my request\nThat I shall ask of you, love.\u2019\n112C.5 \u2018And if you\u2019ll go to my father\u2019s hall,\nThat is moated all round about, sir,\nThere you shall have your will of me,\nWithin, sir, and without, sir.\n112C.6 \u2018Oh yonder stands my milk-white steed,\nAnd among the cocks of hay, sir;\nIf the king\u2019s pinner should chance to come,\nHe\u2019ll take my steed away, sir.\u2019\n112C.7 \u2018I have a ring upon my finger,\nIt\u2019s made of the finest gold, love,\nAnd it shall serve to fetch your steed\nOut of the pinner\u2019s fold, love.\u2019\n112C.8 \u2018And if you\u2019ll go to my father\u2019s house,\nRound which there\u2019s many a tree, sir,\nThere you shall have your chamber free,\nAnd your chamberlain I\u2019ll be, sir.\u2019\n112C.9 He sate her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself upon another,\nAnd then they rid along the way,\nLike sister and like brother.\n112C.10 But when she came to her father\u2019s house,\nWhich was moated all round about, sir,\nShe slipd herself within the gate,\nAnd she lockd the knight without, sir.\n112C.11 \u2018I thank you, kind knight, for seeing me here,\nAnd bringing me home a maiden, sir,\nBut you shall have two of my father\u2019s men\nFor to set you as far back again, sir.\u2019\n112C.12 He drew his sword out of his scabbard,\nAnd whet it upon his sleeve, sir,\nSaying, Cursed be to evry man\nThat will a maid believe, sir!\n112C.13 She drew her handkerchief out of her pocket,\nAnd threw it upon the ground, sir,\nSaying, Thrice cursed be to evry maid\nThat will believe a man, sir!\n112C.14 We have a tree in our garden,\nSome call it of rosemary, sir;\nThere\u2019s crowing-cocks in our town,\nThat will make a capon of you, sir.\n112C.15 We have a flower in our garden,\nSome call it a marygold, sir,\nAnd he that would not when he might,\nHe shall not when he would, sir.\n112C.16 But if you chance for to meet a maid,\nA little below the town, sir,\nYou must not fear her gay cloathing,\nNor the wrinkling of her gown, sir.\n112C.17 And if you chance for to meet a maid,\nA little below the hill, sir,\nYou need not fear her screeking out,\nFor she quickly will lye still, sir.\n112C.18 The baffld knight was by the lass\nIngeniously outwitted,\nAnd since that time it came to pass\nHe was again well fitted.\n112C.19 As he was riding cross a plain,\nIn boots, spurs, hat and feather,\nHe met that lady fair again;\nThey talkd a while together.\n112C.20 He said, Tho you did serve me so,\nAnd cunningly decoy me,\nYet now, before you further go,\nI must and will enjoy thee.\n112C.21 RR\u2019rrtwas near a spacious river\u2019s side,\nWhere rushes green were growing,\nAnd Neptune\u2019s silver streams did glide,\nFour fathom waters flowing.\n112C.22 The lady blushd like scarlet red,\nAnd trembled at this stranger:\n\u2018How shall I guard my maidenhead\nFrom this approaching danger!\u2019\n112C.23 With a lamenting sigh, said she,\nTo dye I now am ready;\nMust this dishonour fall on me?\nA most unhappy lady!\n112C.24 He from his saddle did alight,\nIn gaudy rich attire,\nAnd cried, I am a noble knight,\nWho do your charms admire.\n112C.25 He took the lady by the hand,\nWho seemingly consented,\nAnd woud no more disputing stand:\nShe had a plot invented.\n112C.26 How she might baffle him again,\nWith much delight and pleasure,\nAnd eke unspotted still remain,\nWith her pure virgin treasure.\n112C.27 \u2018Look yonder, good sir knight, I pray:\nMethinks I do discover,\nWell mounted on a dapple-grey,\nMy true, entire lover.\u2019\n112C.28 The knight, he standing on the brink\nOf the deep floating river,\nThought she, Thou now shalt swim or sink;\nChoose which you fancy rather.\n112C.29 Against his back the lady run;\nThe waters strait he sounded;\nHe cry\u2019d out, Love, what have you done!\nHelp! help! or I am drowned.\n112C.30 Said she, Sir knight, farewel, adieu;\nYou see what comes of fooling;\nThat is the fittest place for you,\nWhose courage wanted cooling.\n112C.31 \u2018Love help me out, and I\u2019ll forgive\nThis fault which you\u2019ve committed;\n\u2018No, no,\u2019 says she, \u2019Sir, as I live,\nI think you\u2019re finely fitted.\u2019\n112C.32 She rid home to her father\u2019s house,\nFor speedy expedition,\nWhile the gay knight was soakd like souce,\nIn a sad wet condition.\n112C.33 1 When he came mounted to the plain\nHe was in rich attire,\nYet when he back returnd again\nHe was all muck and mire.\nYet when he back returnd again\nHe was all muck and mire.\n112C.34 A solemn vow he there did make,\nJust as he came from swiming,\nHe\u2019d love no lady, for her sake,\nNor any other women.\n112C.35 The baffld knight was foold once more,\nYou\u2019ll find by this pleasant ditty,\nFor she whose charms he did adore\nWas wonderful sharp and witty.\n112C.36 Returning from her father\u2019s park,\nJust close by a summer bower,\nShe chanc\u2019d to meet her angry spark,\nWho gave her a frowning lower.\n112C.37 The thoughts of what she twice had done\nDid cause him to draw his rapier,\nAnd at the lady then he run,\nAnd thus he began to vapour:\n112C.38 \u2018You chousd me at your father\u2019s gate,\nThen tumbld me into the river;\nI seek for satisfaction straight;\nShall I be a fool forever?\u2019\n112C.39 He came with resolution bent\nThat evening to enjoy her,\nAnd if she did not give consent,\nThat minute he would destroy her.\n112C.40 \u2018I pray, sir knight, and why so hot\nAgainst a young silly woman?\nSuch crimes as these might be forgot;\nFor merry intrigues are common.\u2019\n112C.41 \u2018What! do you count it mirth,\u2019 he cry\u2019d,\n\u2018To tumble me in and leave me?\nWhat if I drowned there had dy\u2019d?\nA dangerous jest, believe me.\n112C.42 \u2018Well, if I pardon you this day\nThose injuries out of measure,\nIt is because without delay\nI mean to enjoy the pleasure.\u2019\n112C.43 \u2018Your suit,\u2019 she said, \u2019is not deny\u2019d,\nBut think of your boots of leather,\nAnd let me pull them off,\u2019 she cry\u2019d,\n\u2018Before we lye down together.\u2019\n112C.44 He set him down upon the grass,\nAnd violets so sweet and tender;\nNow by this means it came to pass\nThat she did his purpose hinder.\n112C.45 For having pulld his boots half-way,\nShe cry\u2019d, I am now your betters;\nYou shall not make of me your prey;\nSit there, like a thief in fetters.\n112C.46 Now finding she had servd him so,\nHe rose and began to grumble;\nYet he could neither stand nor go,\nBut did like a cripple tumble.\n112C.47 The boots stuck fast, and would not stir;\nHis folly she soon did mention,\nAnd laughing said, I pray, kind sir,\nHow like you my new invention?\n112C.48 My laughing fit you must excuse;\nYou are but a stingless nettle;\nYou\u2019d neer a stood for boots or shooes,\nHad you been a man of mettle.\n112C.49 Farewel, sir knight, \u2019tis almost ten;\nI fear neither wind nor weather;\nI\u2019ll send my father\u2019s serving-men\nTo pull off your boots of leather.\n112C.50 She laughed outright, as well she might,\nWith merry conceits of scorning,\nAnd left him there to sit all night,\nUntill the approaching morning.\n112C.51 The fourth part of the baffld knight\nThe lady hath fairly acted;\nShe did his love and kindness slight,\nWhich made him almost distracted.\n112C.52 She left him in her father\u2019s park,\nWhere nothing but deer could hear him;\nWhile he lay rouling in the dark,\nThere\u2019s never a soul came near him.\n112C.53 Until the morning break of day,\nAnd being warm summer weather,\nA shepherd chanc\u2019d to come that way,\nWho pulld on his boots of leather.\n112C.54 Then mounting on his milk-white steed,\nHe, shaking his ears, was ready,\nAnd whip and spur he rid with speed\nTo find out this crafty lady.\n112C.55 \u2018If once this lady I come nigh\nShe shall be released by no man:\nWhy shoud so brave a knight as I\nBe foold by a silly woman!\n112C.56 \u2018Three times she has affronted me,\nIn crimes which I cannot pardon;\nBut if I an\u2019t revengd,\u2019 said he,\n\u2018Let me not be worth a farthing.\n112C.57 \u2018I value not her beauty fair,\nTho once I did dote upon her;\nThis trusty sword shall now repair\nMy baffled, blasted honour.\u2019\n112C.58 Unto her father\u2019s house he came,\nWhich every side was moated;\nThe fair sweet youthful charming dame,\nHis angry brows she noted.\n112C.59 Thought she, I\u2019ll have the other bout,\nAnd tumble him in the river;\nAnd let the Devil help him out,\nOr there he shall soak for ever.\n112C.60 He will not let me live at rest,\nAlthough I have often foild him;\nTherefore once more, I do protest,\nWith flattering I\u2019ll beguile him.\n112C.61 The bridge was drawn, the gates lockd fast,\nSo that he could no ways enter;\nShe smil\u2019d to him, and cry\u2019d at last,\nSir knight, if you please to venture,\n112C.62 A plank lies over the moat hard by,\nFull seventeen foot in measure;\nThere\u2019s no body now at home but I;\nTherefore we\u2019ll take our pleasure.\n112C.63 This word she had no sooner spoke,\nBut straight he was tripping over;\nThe plank was sawd, and snapping broke;\nHe provd an unhappy lover.\n112D: Blow Away the Morning Dew\n112D.1 THERE was a shepherd\u2019s son\nKept sheep upon a hill;\nHe laid his pipe and crook aside,\nAnd there he slept his fill.\nRefrain: Sing, Fal deral, etc.\n112D.2 He looked east, he looked west,\nThen gave an under-look,\nAnd there he spyed a lady fair,\nSwimming in a brook.\n112D.3 He raisd his head frae his green bed,\nAnd then approachd the maid;\n\u2018Put on your claiths, my dear,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And be ye not afraid.\n112D.4 \u2018RR\u2019rrtis fitter for a lady fair\nTo sew her silken seam\nThan to get up in a May morning\nAnd strive against the stream.\u2019\n112D.5 \u2018If you\u2019ll not touch my mantle,\nAnd let my claiths alane,\nThen I\u2019ll give you as much money\nAs you can carry hame.\u2019\n112D.6 \u2018O I\u2019ll not touch your mantle,\nAnd I\u2019ll let your claiths alane;\nBut I\u2019ll tak you out of the clear water,\nMy dear, to be my ain.\u2019\n112D.7 And when she out of the water came,\nHe took her in his arms:\n\u2018Put on your claiths, my dear,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And hide those lovely charms.\u2019\n112D.8 He mounted her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself upon anither,\nAnd all along the way they rode,\nLike sister and like brither.\n112D.9 When she came to her father\u2019s yate\nShe tirled at the pin,\nAnd ready stood the porter there,\nTo let this fair maid in.\n112D.10 And when the gate was opened,\nSo nimbly\u2019s she whipt in;\n\u2018Pough! you\u2019re a fool without,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And I\u2019m a maid within.\n112D.11 \u2018Then fare ye well, my modest boy,\nI thank you for your care;\nBut had you done what you should do,\nI neer had left you there.\u2019\n112D.12 \u2018Oh I\u2019ll cast aff my hose and shoon,\nAnd let my feet gae bare,\nAnd gin I meet a bonny lass,\nHang me if her I spare.\u2019\n112D.13 \u2018In that do as you please,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018But you shall never more\nHave the same opportunity;\u2019\nWith that she shut the door.\n112D.14 There is a gude auld proverb,\nI\u2019ve opten heard it told,\nHe that would not when he might,\nHe should not when he would.\n112E: Blow Away the Morning Dew\n112E.1 THERE was a knight, was drunk with wine,\nCame riding along the way, sir;\nHe would have had a lady gay\nAmang the quiles of hay, sir.\n112E.2 \u2018What if I should lay thee down,\nAmang the quiles of hay, maid?\nSheets nor blankets have I none,\nTo keep thy cloathing clean, maid.\u2019\n112E.3 \u2018The wind blaws east, the wind blaws west,\nThe wind blaws owre yon thorn, sir;\nWeel may I wash my cloathing clear,\nAnd dry them on the morn, sir.\u2019\n112E.4 \u2018What if I should lay thee down,\nAmang the rigs of corn, maid?\nThen the king\u2019s life-guard will come,\nAnd steal our steeds away, maid.\u2019\n112E.5 \u2018I have ten gold rings on my hand,\nThey\u2019re all gold but the stone, sir;\nI\u2019ll give them to the king\u2019s life-guard,\nIf he\u2019ll let our steeds alone, sir.\n112E.6 \u2018But see you not yon sunny bank,\nOver yon lily lea, sir,\nWhere you and I may crack a while,\nAnd never one may see, sir?\u2019\n112E.7 He was on a milk-white steed,\nAnd she was on another,\nAnd all the live-long winter night\nThey rode like sister and brother.\n112E.8 When they came to that sunny bank,\nHe began to lay her down, sir;\n\u2018O no, O no, kind sir,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Ye\u2019ll ruffle all my gown, sir.\n112E.9 \u2018My gown it cost my father dear,\nRR\u2019rrtwas many a mark and pound, sir;\nAnd if that ye do lay me down,\nYe\u2019ll ruffle all my gown, sir.\n112E.10 \u2018But see ye na yon fair castel,\nOver yon lily lea, sir,\nWhere you and I may crack a while,\nAnd never one may see, sir?\u2019\n112E.11 He was on a milk-white steed,\nAnd she was on another,\nAnd all the live-long winter night\nThey rode like sister and brother.\n112E.12 When they came to that fair castel,\nShe was at her father\u2019s yet, sir;\nShe jumped in at her father\u2019s door,\nAnd left this knight without, sir.\n112E.13 She says, I am a maid within,\nYou\u2019re but a knave without, sir;\nThere were neer a butcher\u2019s son\nPut me in so much doubt, sir.\n112E.14 \u2018Oh if I had thee out,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018But two miles from the town, maid,\nI would lay thee down,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018And never mind thy gown, maid.\u2019\n112E.15 \u2018There is a flower in my father\u2019s garden,\nThe name o\u2019t marigold, sir,\nAnd he that would not when he might,\nHe shall not when he wold, sir.\n112E.16 \u2018But when eer ye meet a pretty maid,\nAnd two miles from a town, sir,\nYe may lay her down,\u2019 she says,\nAnd never mind her gown, sir.\n112E.17 \u2018Ye\u2019re like unto my father\u2019s steed;\nHe\u2019s standing in the lone, sir;\nHe hings his head above the sheaf,\nBut daur not venture on, sir.\n112E.18 \u2018When eer ye meet a pretty maid,\nAnd two miles from the town, sir,\nYe may lay her down,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And never mind her gown, sir.\n112E.19 \u2018There is a cock in my father\u2019s flock,\nHe wears a double comb, sir,\nHe claps his wings, but craweth not;\nI fear you be like him, sir.\n112E.20 \u2018But when eer you meet a pretty maid,\nAnd two miles from a town, sir,\nYou may lay her down,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And never mind her gown, sir.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 112. Blow Away the Morning Dew","type":"page"}