From The Roxburghe Ballads, Vol. VI, Part 3 (Hertford: The Ballad Society, 1888), page 613:

(Roxburghe Collection, III. 488.)
THE LASS OF OCRAM

I built my Love a gallant ship,
And a ship of Northern fame,
And such a ship as I did build,
Sure there never was seen;
For the sides were of the beaten gold,
And the doors were of block tin,
And sure such a ship as I built,
There never [before] was seen.

And as she was a sailing
By herself all alone,
She spied a proud merchant-man
Come plowing o'er the main.
"Thou fairest of all creatures,
Under the heavens," said she,
"I am the Lass of Ocram,
Seeking for Lord Gregory."          16

"If you are the Lass of Ocram,
As I take you for to be,
You must go to yonder island,
There Lord Gregory you'll see."

"It rains upon my yellow locks,
And the dew falls on my skin;
Open the gates, Lord Gregory,
And let your true love in!"          24

"If you're the Lass of Ocram,
As I take you not to be,
You must mention the three tokens
Which pass'd between you and me."

"Don't you remember, Lord Gregory,
One night on my father's hill,
With you I swaft my linen fine,
It was sore against my will;          32
For mine was of the Holland fine,
And yours but Scotch cloth;
For mine cost a guinea a yard,
And yours but five groats."

"If you are the Lass of Ocram,
As I think you not to be,
You must mention the second token,
That pass'd between you and me."          40

"Don't you remember, Lord Gregory,
One night in my father's park,
We swaffed our two rings,
It was all in the dark;
For mine was of the beaten gold,
And yours was of block tin;
And mine was true-love without,
And yours all false within."          48

"If you are the Lass of Ocram,
As I take you not to be,
You must mention the third token,
Which past between you and me."

"Don't you remember, Lord Gregory,
One night in my father's hall,
Where you stole my maidenhead,
Which was the worst of all."          56

"Begone, you base creature!
Begone from out of the hall!
Or else in the deep seas
You and your babe shall fall."

"Then who will shoe my bonny feet,
And who will close my hands,
And who will lace my waste so small,
Into a landen span?          64

"And who will comb my yellow locks,
With a brown berry comb?
And who's to be father to my child,
If Lord Gregory is none?"

"Let your brother shoe your bonny feet,
Let your sister close your hands,
Let your mother lace your waist so small,
Into a landen span.          72
Let your father comb your yellow locks,
With a brown berry comb,
And let God be father of your child,
For Lord Gregory is none."

"I dreamt a dream, dear mother,
I could wish to have it read,
I saw the Lass of Ocram
A floating on the flood."          80
"Lie still, my dearest son,
And take thy sweet rest;
It is not half an hour ago,
The maid pass'd this place."

"Ah! cursed be you, mother!
And cursed may you be,
That you did not awake me,
When the maid pass'd this way!          88
I will go down into some silent grove,
My sad moan for to make;
It is for the Lass of Ocram,
My poor heart now will break."

[White-letter. No printer's name. Woodcut of ship. Date of issue, circa 1765.]