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Thread #32942   Message #436092
Posted By: Sorcha
08-Apr-01 - 10:31 PM
Thread Name: Tune Req: Tune & Title req for
Subject: RE: Tune Req: Tune & Title req for
It's a variant of Child 105, The Bailiffs Daugter of Islington.....not the same as the one in the DT...here it is, if I can get the line breaks worked out....aaarrrggh

THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON

1 There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,
And he was a squire's son:
He loved the bayliffe's daughter deare
That lived in Islington.

2 Yet she was coye and would not believe
That he did love her soe,
Noe nor at any time would she
Any countenance to him showe.

3 But when his friends did understand
His fond and foolissh minde,
They sent him up to faire London
An apprentice for to binde.

4 And he had been seven long yeares,
And never his love could see:
"Many a teare have I shed for her sake,
When she little thought of mee."

5 Then all the maids of Islington
Went forth to sporte and playe,
All but the bailiffe's daughter of Islington;
She secretly stole awaye.

6 She pulled off her gowne of greene,
And put on ragged attire
And to faire London she would go
Her true love to enquire-

7 And as she went along the high road,
The weather being hot and drye,
She sat her downe upon a green bank
And her true love came riding bye.

8 She started up, with colour soe redd,
Catching hold of his bridle-reine;
"One penny, one penny, kind Sir", she said,
"Will ease me of much paine."

9 "Before I give you one penny, sweet-heart,
Praye tell me where you were borne."
"At Islington, kind Sir", sayd shee,
"Where I have had many a scorne."

10 "I prythee, sweet-heart, then tell to mee,
O tell me, whether you knowe
The bayliffe's daughter of Islington."
"She is dead, Sir, long agoe."

11 "If she be dead, then take my horse,
My saddle and bridle also;
For I will into some farr countree
Where noe man shall me knowe."

12 "O staye, o staye, thou goodlye youthe,
She standeth by thy side;
She is here alive, she is not dead
And readye to be thy bride."

13 "O farewell griefe, and welcome joye,
Ten thousand times therefore;
For I have founde mine owne true love,
Whom I thought I should never see more."

(The breaks may not be quite right, but it's in better shape than what I found. I'll put the source in the next post....I'm half afraid of losing this!


I have moved the position of the numbers and the breaks for the verses so that it makes more sense to me (no single line 1st verse and a 1 line 13th). I hope this is OK, Jon Freeman