Volume 5 — A Song.

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THERE was a Knight and he was Young, A riding along the way, Sir; And there he met a Lady fair, Among the Cocks of Hay, Sir: Quoth he, shall you and I Lady, Among the Grass lye down a; And I will have a special Care, Of rumpling of your Gown a. If you will go along with me, Unto my Father’s Hall, Sir; You shall enjoy my Maiden-head, And my Estate and all, Sir: So he mounted her on a milk-white Steed, Himself upon another; And then they rid upon the Road, Like Sister and like Brother. And when she came to her Father’s House, Which was moated round about, Sir; She stepped streight within the Gate, And shut this Young Knight out, Sir, Here is a Purse of Gold, she said, Take it for your Pains, Sir; And I will send my Father’s Man, To go home with you again, Sir. And if you meet a Lady fair, As you go thro’ the next Town, Sir; You must not fear the Dew of the Grass, Nor the rumpling of her Gown, Sir: And if you meet a Lady Gay, As you go by the Hill, Sir; If you will not when you may, You shall not when you will, Sir. There is a Dew upon the Grass, Will spoil your Damask Gown a; Which has cost your Father dear, Many Shilling and a Crown a: There is a Wind blows from the West, Soon will dry the Ground a; And I will have a special Care, Of the rumpling of my Gown a.