True-love Requited:
Or, The Bayliffs daughter of Islington.
The youngmans friends the maid did scorn,
Cause she was poor and left forlorn,
They sent the Esquire to London fair,
To be an Apprentice seven-year,
And when he out ons time was come,
He met his love a going home,
And then to end all farther strife,
He took the maid to be his wife.
To a North Countrey Tune. Or, I have a good old mother at home.
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THere was a youth, and a well belovd youth
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And he was a Esquires Son,
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He loved the Bayliffs daughter dear
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that lived in Islington.
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She was coy and she would not believe,
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that he did love her so;
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No, nor at any time she would
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any countenance to him show,
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But when his friends did understand
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his fond and foolish mind,
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They sent him up to fair London
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a Apprentice for to bind.
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And when he had been seven long yeares
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and his Love he had not seen,
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Many a tear have I shed for her sake,
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when she little thought of me.
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ALl the Maids of Islington
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went forth to sport and play;
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All but the Bayliffs Daughter dear,
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she secretly stole away.
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She put off her gown of gray,
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and put on puggish attire:
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Shes up to fair London gone,
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her true-Love to require.
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As she went along the Road,
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the weather being hot and dry
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There was she aware of her true-love,
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at length came riding by.
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She stept to him as red as any Rose,
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and took him by the Bridal Ring;
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I pray you kind sir give me one penny,
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to ease my weary limb.
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I prithee (sweetheart) canst thou tell me:
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where that thou was born?
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At Islington kind sir, said she,
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where I have had many a scorn.
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I prithee sweetheart canst thou tell mee
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whether thou dost know
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The Bayliffs daughter of Islington?
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shes dead sir long ago.
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Then will I sell my goodly Steed,
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my Saddle and my Bow;
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I will into some far Countrey,
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where no man doth me know.
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O stay, O stay, thou well belovd youth;
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shes alive, she is not dead,
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Here she standeth by thy side,
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and is ready to be thy Bride.
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O farewel greif, and welcome joy
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ten thousand times and more:
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For now I have seen my own True-Love,
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that I thought I should have seen no more.
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