BL G308 Vol III, 1790
Giles Collins. In a crying style, as sung by Mr. Needham.

Giles Collins he came to his own Fathers Gate,
Where he so oft had been a
And who should come down but his own dear Mother
For to let Giles Collins in a
Oh, for to let Giles Collins in a.

Giles Collins he said to his own dear Mother,
Oh! Mother come bind up my head'en
And send for the Parson of our Parish,
For tomorrow I shall be dead en
Oh for tomorrow I shall be dead en.

Lady Annis was sat in her green Bower.
And a dressing of her night coif en,
And there she beheld and as fine an a corpse,
As ever she saw in her life en.
Oh as ever she saw in her life en.

What bear ye these ye Six tall men,
And a top of your shoulders,
We bear the body of Giles Collins,
An old true lover of yours.
Oh an old true lover of yours.

Settin down, settin down, Lady Annis she said,
On the grass that grows so green,
For to morrow morn by ten o' clock,
Oh my body shall lie by his'n,
Oh my body shall lie by his'n.

Giles Collins was laid in the East Church Yard,
lady Annis was laid in the West en
There sprung a Lilly from Giles Collins.
Which touch'd Lady Annis's breast en,
Oh which touch'd Lady Annis's breast en.

Now curse'n the Parson of our Parish,
For cutting this Lilly in twain,
For ne'er was sawn such a pair of true Lovers
No or e'er will be sawn such again.
No or e'er will be sawn such again.