The beautifull Shepherdesse of Arcadia.
A new pastarell Song of a courteous young Knight, and a suppo-
sed Shepheards Daughter.
To a gallant tune, called the Shepheards Delight,
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THere was a shepherds daughter,
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came triping on the way,
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And there she met a courteous knight
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which caused her to stay.
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Sing trang dil do lee.
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Good morow to you you beautious maid,
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these words pronounced he
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O I shall dye this day he said
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if I have not my will of thee.
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Trang, etc.
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The Lord forbid the Maid replyd
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that such a thing should be,
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That ever such acourteous yong knight
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should dye for love of me.
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Sing trang, etc.
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He took her by the middle so small,
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and laid her down on the plain,
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And after he had had his will,
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he took her up again.
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Trang dang.
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Now you have had your will good sir
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and put my body thus to shame,
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Even as you are a courteous Knight
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tel me what is your name?
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trang dil do le.
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Some men do call me Jack sweet heart
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and some do call me John.
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But when I come to the Kings Court
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they call me sweet William.
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Sing trang dang.
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He set his foot in the stirrop
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and away then did he ride,
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She tuckt her Kirtle abeut her middle
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and run close by his side.
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Sing trang.
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But when she came to the broad water.
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she set her brest and swom,
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And when she was got out again,
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she took her heels and run.
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Sing trang.
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He never was the courteous Knight
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to say fair maid will you ride.
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Nor she never was so loving a Maid
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to say sir knight abide.
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Sing trang,
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but when she came to the kings fair cour[t]
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she knocked at the Ring,
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So ready was the King himself
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to let this fair Maid in.
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Sing trang,
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O Christ you save my gracious Leige,
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your body Christ save and see.
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You have got a knight within your court
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this day hath robbed me.
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Trang.
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What hath he robbed thee of fair Maid
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of purple or of pall,
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Or hath he took thy gay gold ring,
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from off thy fingers small.
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Trang.
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HE hath not robbed me my Liege
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of purple nor of pall.
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But he hath got my Maiden head
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which grieves me worst of all.
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Sing trang.
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Now if he be a Batchelor
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his body Ile give to thee,
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But if he be a married man
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high hanged shall he be:
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Trang dil do le.
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He called down his merry men all,
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by one, by two, and by three,
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Sweet William was usd to be the first,
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but now the last comes hee,
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trang dil do le.
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He brought her down full forty pound
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tyd up with a Glove.
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Fair Maid I give the same to the
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and seek another Love.
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Seng trang.
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O Ile have none of your gold she said
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nor Ile have none of your fee.
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But I must have your fair body,
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the King hath given me.
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trang.
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Sweet William ran and fetcht her then,
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five hundred pound in gold,
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Saying fair maid take this unto thee
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thy fault[e] will never be told.
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Btrang.
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Tis not your gold that shall me tempt
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these words then answered she
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But I must have your own body,
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so the King hath granted me.
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Sing trang.
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Would I had drank the fair water
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when I did drink the wine
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That ever any shepherds Daughter
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should be a fair Lady of mine.
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sing trang
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Would I had Drunk the puddle water
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when I did Drink the Ale
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That ever any shepherds daughter
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should have told me such a tale.
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Sing trang,
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A Shepheards Daughter as I was,
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you might have let me be,
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Id never come to the Kings fair Court
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to have craved any Love of thee,
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trang, etc:
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He set her on a Milk-white Steed,
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and himselfe upon a Gray,
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He hung a Bugle about his neck,
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and so they rode away:
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trang, etc:
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But when they came unto the place,
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where Marriage rights were done,
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She provd herself a Dukes daughter,
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and he but a Squires Son.
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trang.
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Now you have married me sir Knight
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your pleasures may be free,
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If you make me Lady of one good Town
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Ile make you Lord of three.
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trang.
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Accursed be the gold he said
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if thou hadst not bin true;
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That should have parted thee from me
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to have changd thee for a new
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trang.
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Their hearts being then to linked fast,
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and joyning hand in hand,
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He had both purse and person too
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and all at his command.
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trang dil' do lee.
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