TRUE LOVE Requited;
Or, The BAILIFFS DAUGHTER of Islington:
The young mans friends the maid did scorn,
Cause she was poor and left forlorn,
They sent the Squire to London fair,
To be apprentice seven Years:
And when he out of his Time did come,
He met his Love a going home,
And then to end all further strife,
He took the Maid to be his Wife.
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THERE was a Youth, and a well-beloved
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Youth,
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And he was a Squires son,
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He lovd the Bailiffs Daughter dear,
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That livd 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 would she
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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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An Apprentice for to bind.
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And when he had been seven long years,
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And his Love he had not seen,
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Many a tear I have shed for her sake,
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When she little thought of me.
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When all the maids of fair Islington
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Went forth to sport and play;
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All but the Bailiffs Daughter dear,
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She secretly stole away.
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She put off her gown of grey,
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And put on her ragged attire,
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And she is up to fair London gone,
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After her true love to enquire.
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And 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 own true love,
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At length came riding by.
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She stept to him as red as a rose,
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And took him by the bridle ring:
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I pray you kind sir, give me one penny
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For to ease my weary limb.
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I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me,
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Whereat thou wast 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 me
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Whether that thou dost know,
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The Bailiffs Daughter of Islington?
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She is dead, sir, long ago.
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Then will I sell my goodly steed,
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My saddle and my boy,
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And travel into some fair country,
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Where no man doth me know.
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O stay, O stay, thou goodly Youth,
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She is 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 grief, and welcome joy,
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Ten thousand times and more;
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For now I see my own true love
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That I thought I should neer see more.
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