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The Baaiiff's Dauijnter of inington.
THSRE vVasayouth-, and a well-beloved youtli,
Arffl he \Vas a fquire's fon":
He lov'd a bailiff's daugliter dsav,
'lliat liv'd in-Illington.-
She v/as coy, and {he would not believe
That h6 did love her I'o, .* -*- -■
No nor at any time fhc would
Any count'nance to hipi flio*"'-' '
But u-hen his friends did underftand
Jrlis fond and fooiifh, mind,
They ient him up to fair London,
And apprentice for to bind.
. Away he had been fevcn long years,
Nor could he his love e'e iee : :
" Many a tear have I ihed for her fate.
When ftie little thought of me."
All the maids of Illington,
V/ent forth to fport and play,
All but the bailiff's daughter dear,
She fecretly Hole away.
She put off her gown of grey,
' And put on her pooreft attire,
She's up to fair London gone,
■ Her true love to require.
As fhe went along the road.
The weather being hot and dry.
There was fhe aware of her true love,
At length came riding by.
She ftepp'd to him as red as a rofe.
Catching hold of his bridle-ring :
" Pray you, hind fir, give me one penny,
To eafe my weary-limb,"
" I prithee fweet-heart, can'ft thou tell me,
Where that thou waft born."
At Iflington, kind fir, faid fhe,
Where. I have had many a fcoi;n.
'' I prithee, fweet-heart, pa{i'^ thou tell me,
Whether thou doft hndw ' ■
The bailiff's daughter of Illington."
" She's dead, fir, long ago."
" Then will I fell my goodly fleed.
My fuddle and my bo'.v ; " • .
I wip into fome far country,
Where no man doth mi- know."
" O Hay, O flay, thou goodly youth,
She's alive, Ihe is not dead ;
Ker^ihe ftandeih by thy fide,
AnKis ready to bs thy bride."
" O farewell grief, and welcome joy.
Ten thoufand times and more •,
Por nov/ I have feen mine own true love.
That I thought I flaould have feen no morel"
Lord -Thomas and Fair Eleanor.
LORD Thomas he was a boldforeiler,
And a chafer of the- king's d-er ;
Fair Eleanor was a fine woman,
i\nd Lord Thomas he lov'd her d;ar.
Come riddle my riddle, dear mother he laid,
And riddle u: both as one ;
'\ .'iicilicr i ib^U' niarr^.wiih fjir-Eleapo",
The brown' girl flie has -got hov.fcs and kind:,
Fair Eleanor fhe.h"s got none,
Therefore I charge thee, on my blefling.
To bring me the brow n girl home.
And as it befell on a higli holiday,
As many disl.irlore befide,
Lord Thomas' he v.'ent to fair EleaSor,
That fhouid have been his bride.-
But when, he came to fair Eleanor's bov.e.',
Ke knocked there at the ring,
But. who was fo ready as fair Eleanor
To let lord Thomas foine in.
What newSi'what'he\»s, lord Thomas? fne f^i.l.
What nevi's hafl thou brought unto me ?
I am come to bid thee to my wedding,
And tliat is bad news for thee.
O God forbid, lord Ti?oma?, fhe faid,
That iach a thing fhouid be .done •,
'I thought to have been thy bride my ovri i{'}';
And you to ha'^e been'the bridegrocn-..
Come riddle my riddle, dear mother, fhe faid,
And riddle it all in one :
Whether I fhallgo to lord Thomas's wedding.
Or whether 1 fhall tarry at home?
There's many that are your f.-icnds, da'.'.ghtcr.
And many that are your foe,
Therefore I charge you, on ray bh-jfling,'
To lord Thomas's wedding don't go-
/'
There's many Aat are my friends, mother, .
If a thoufand mere v.ere my foe,
Betide my life, or betide my death,
. To lord Thomas's wedd;ng I'll go.
She clothed hcrfelf in gallant attire,
A^nd her inerry men ail in green.
And as they rid through every town,
They took her to have been' a queen.
But when 'fhe cams to 'lord Thomas'? ■^i^,
She knocked there at -the ring, -
But who was I'o ready' as lord Thomas,
To let fair Eleanor in.
Is this your bride ? fair Ellen fhe faid,
Methinks flie looks wonderous brovv'n ;
You might have had as fair a Vi'oman,
As ever trod on the ground.
Defpife her not, fair Ellen, he faid,
Defpife her not unto me ;
For better I love thy little finger,
Than all her Vihole body.
This brown bride had a little penknif;,
That was both long and fharp, '
And betv.'ixt the fhort ribs and the long,
She prick'd fair Eleanor to the heart.
Oh ! Chrift now fave thee, Lord Thornas, he laid,
Methinks thou look'il wonderous wan ;
Thou -vyafl us'd for to look with as f relh a colour
As ever the fun fhiii'd oj;.
Oh ! art thou blind. Lord Thomas? fhe laid,
Or can'ft thou not very we'.l fee?
Oh ! doft thou not fee nty own heart's blood
Runs trickling down my knee .''
Lord Thomas he had a Avord by his fidj ,
As he walk'd about ths, hail,
He cut off his bride's head from her ino'jklgis,.
And he ihre'.v i: againft the wall.
Ue fetth.e hilt againft the ground; -
And the point a='airift his heart; —
1 here was never ih!*ec loi.-i-s li'.^t '.'. ; :
Thit iCORtr ih:in thsy ;;; 1 .'.;.:,- :.
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OLD
ADS.
The Baaiiff's Dauijnter of inington.
THSRE vVasayouth-, and a well-beloved youtli,
Arffl he \Vas a fquire's fon":
He lov'd a bailiff's daugliter dsav,
'lliat liv'd in-Illington.-
She v/as coy, and {he would not believe
That h6 did love her I'o, .* -*- -■
No nor at any time fhc would
Any count'nance to hipi flio*"'-' '
But u-hen his friends did underftand
Jrlis fond and fooiifh, mind,
They ient him up to fair London,
And apprentice for to bind.
. Away he had been fevcn long years,
Nor could he his love e'e iee : :
" Many a tear have I ihed for her fate.
When ftie little thought of me."
All the maids of Illington,
V/ent forth to fport and play,
All but the bailiff's daughter dear,
She fecretly Hole away.
She put off her gown of grey,
' And put on her pooreft attire,
She's up to fair London gone,
■ Her true love to require.
As fhe went along the road.
The weather being hot and dry.
There was fhe aware of her true love,
At length came riding by.
She ftepp'd to him as red as a rofe.
Catching hold of his bridle-ring :
" Pray you, hind fir, give me one penny,
To eafe my weary-limb,"
" I prithee fweet-heart, can'ft thou tell me,
Where that thou waft born."
At Iflington, kind fir, faid fhe,
Where. I have had many a fcoi;n.
'' I prithee, fweet-heart, pa{i'^ thou tell me,
Whether thou doft hndw ' ■
The bailiff's daughter of Illington."
" She's dead, fir, long ago."
" Then will I fell my goodly fleed.
My fuddle and my bo'.v ; " • .
I wip into fome far country,
Where no man doth mi- know."
" O Hay, O flay, thou goodly youth,
She's alive, Ihe is not dead ;
Ker^ihe ftandeih by thy fide,
AnKis ready to bs thy bride."
" O farewell grief, and welcome joy.
Ten thoufand times and more •,
Por nov/ I have feen mine own true love.
That I thought I flaould have feen no morel"
Lord -Thomas and Fair Eleanor.
LORD Thomas he was a boldforeiler,
And a chafer of the- king's d-er ;
Fair Eleanor was a fine woman,
i\nd Lord Thomas he lov'd her d;ar.
Come riddle my riddle, dear mother he laid,
And riddle u: both as one ;
'\ .'iicilicr i ib^U' niarr^.wiih fjir-Eleapo",
The brown' girl flie has -got hov.fcs and kind:,
Fair Eleanor fhe.h"s got none,
Therefore I charge thee, on my blefling.
To bring me the brow n girl home.
And as it befell on a higli holiday,
As many disl.irlore befide,
Lord Thomas' he v.'ent to fair EleaSor,
That fhouid have been his bride.-
But when, he came to fair Eleanor's bov.e.',
Ke knocked there at the ring,
But. who was fo ready as fair Eleanor
To let lord Thomas foine in.
What newSi'what'he\»s, lord Thomas? fne f^i.l.
What nevi's hafl thou brought unto me ?
I am come to bid thee to my wedding,
And tliat is bad news for thee.
O God forbid, lord Ti?oma?, fhe faid,
That iach a thing fhouid be .done •,
'I thought to have been thy bride my ovri i{'}';
And you to ha'^e been'the bridegrocn-..
Come riddle my riddle, dear mother, fhe faid,
And riddle it all in one :
Whether I fhallgo to lord Thomas's wedding.
Or whether 1 fhall tarry at home?
There's many that are your f.-icnds, da'.'.ghtcr.
And many that are your foe,
Therefore I charge you, on ray bh-jfling,'
To lord Thomas's wedding don't go-
/'
There's many Aat are my friends, mother, .
If a thoufand mere v.ere my foe,
Betide my life, or betide my death,
. To lord Thomas's wedd;ng I'll go.
She clothed hcrfelf in gallant attire,
A^nd her inerry men ail in green.
And as they rid through every town,
They took her to have been' a queen.
But when 'fhe cams to 'lord Thomas'? ■^i^,
She knocked there at -the ring, -
But who was I'o ready' as lord Thomas,
To let fair Eleanor in.
Is this your bride ? fair Ellen fhe faid,
Methinks flie looks wonderous brovv'n ;
You might have had as fair a Vi'oman,
As ever trod on the ground.
Defpife her not, fair Ellen, he faid,
Defpife her not unto me ;
For better I love thy little finger,
Than all her Vihole body.
This brown bride had a little penknif;,
That was both long and fharp, '
And betv.'ixt the fhort ribs and the long,
She prick'd fair Eleanor to the heart.
Oh ! Chrift now fave thee, Lord Thornas, he laid,
Methinks thou look'il wonderous wan ;
Thou -vyafl us'd for to look with as f relh a colour
As ever the fun fhiii'd oj;.
Oh ! art thou blind. Lord Thomas? fhe laid,
Or can'ft thou not very we'.l fee?
Oh ! doft thou not fee nty own heart's blood
Runs trickling down my knee .''
Lord Thomas he had a Avord by his fidj ,
As he walk'd about ths, hail,
He cut off his bride's head from her ino'jklgis,.
And he ihre'.v i: againft the wall.
Ue fetth.e hilt againft the ground; -
And the point a='airift his heart; —
1 here was never ih!*ec loi.-i-s li'.^t '.'. ; :
Thit iCORtr ih:in thsy ;;; 1 .'.;.:,- :.
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Description | Also: Lord Thomas and fair Eleanor. |
Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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