4 Convey me to fome fecret place, And marry me with speed ; Alas! my deareft love, quoth he, Without a fudden death? Thy friends they be of high degree, Full hard it is to get thee forth Out of thy fathers gate. Oh! do not fear to fave my fame, Myself will step between the fwords, And take the harm on me: And if I fhould be flain, What could they fay, but that true love, And fear not any further harm; Myfelf will fo devife, That I will ride away with thee, Unfeen of mortal eyes: Disguised like fome pretty page, I'll meet thee in the dark, Hard by my fathers park. P 2 And And there, quoth he, I'll meet thee, And this day month, without all fail, And at their parting brinish tears At length the wifh'd-for day was come, Come riding o'er the plain, She thought it was her own true love, Then did the weep, and fore bewail Then did the fpeak thefe woeful words, O falfe, forfworn, and faithlefs wretch, Haft thou forgot thy promife made, And haft thou now forfaken me, To end my days in open fhame, Woe Woe worth the time I did believe That flattering tongue of thine; Would God that I had never feen The tears of thy false eyne! And thus, with many a forrowful figh, In travail strong she fell that night, She called up her waiting maid, Let none bewail my wretched ftate, O mistress, call your mother dear, Nor call the women here, The midwifes help comes all too late, My death I do not fear. With that the babe sprang in her womb, And with a figh, which brake her heart, Next morning came her lover true, The mother with the new-born babe, Take heed, you dainty damfels all, Too true, alas! this story is, By others harms learn to be wife, BALLAD BALLAD VII. LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD. S it fell one holyday, As many be in the year, When young men and maids together did go Little Mufgràve came to the church door, The priest he was at mass; But he had more mind of the fair women, The one of them was clad in green, And then came in my lord Barnards wife, She caft an eye on little Mufgràve, Quoth fhe, I have lov'd thee, little Mufgràve, Full long and many a day, So have I loved you, lady fair, Yet word I never durft say. |