Ancient Poems [29]
Himself upon another; And there they rode along the road, Like sister, and like brother.
And as they rode along the road, He spied some cocks of hay; 'Yonder,' he says, 'is a lovely place For men and maids to play!'
And when they came to her father's gate, She pulled at a ring; And ready was the proud porter For to let the lady in.
And when the gates were open, This lady jumped in; She says, 'You are a fool without, And I'm a maid within.
'Good morrow to you, modest boy, I thank you for your care; If you had been what you should have been, I would not have left you there.
'There is a horse in my father's stable, He stands beyond the thorn; He shakes his head above the trough, But dares not prie the corn.
'There is a bird in my father's flock, A double comb he wears; He flaps his wings, and crows full loud, But a capon's crest he bears.
'There is a flower in my father's garden, They call it marygold; The fool that will not when he may, He shall not when he wold.'
Said the shepherd's son, as he doft his shoon, 'My feet they shall run bare, And if ever I meet another maid, I rede that maid beware.'
Ballad: THE BEAUTIFUL LADY OF KENT; OR, THE SEAMAN OF DOVER.
[WE have met with two copies of this genuine English ballad; the older one is without printer's name, but from the appearance of the type and the paper, it must have been published about the middle of the last century. It is certainly not one of the original impressions, for the other copy, though of recent date, has evidently been taken from some still older and better edition. In the modern broadside the ballad is in four parts, whereas, in our older one, there is no such expressed division, but a word at the commencement of each part is printed in capital letters.]
PART I.
A SEAMAN of Dover, whose excellent parts, For wisdom and learning, had conquered the hearts Of many young damsels, of beauty so bright, Of him this new ditty in brief I shall write;
And show of his turnings, and windings of fate, His passions and sorrows, so many and great: And how he was blessed with true love at last, When all the rough storms of his troubles were past.
Now, to be brief, I shall tell you the truth: A beautiful lady, whose name it was Ruth, A squire's young daughter, near Sandwich, in Kent, Proves all his heart's treasure, his joy and content.
Unknown to their parents in private they meet, Where many love lessons they'd often repeat, With kisses, and many embraces likewise, She granted him love, and thus gained the prize.
She said, 'I consent to be thy sweet bride, Whatever becomes of my fortune,' she cried. 'The frowns of my father I never will fear, But freely will go through the world with my dear.'
A jewel he gave her, in token of love, And vowed, by the sacred powers above, To wed the next morning; but they were betrayed, And all by the means of a treacherous maid.
She told her parents that they were agreed: With that they fell into a passion with speed, And said, ere a seaman their daughter should have, They rather would follow her corpse to the grave.
The lady was straight to her chamber confined, Here long she continued in sorrow of mind, And so did her love, for the loss of his dear, - No sorrow was ever so sharp and severe.
When long he had mourned for his love and delight, Close under the window he came in the night, And sung forth this ditty:- 'My dearest, farewell! Behold, in this nation no longer I dwell.
'I am going from hence to the kingdom of Spain, Because I am willing that you should obtain Your freedom once more; for my heart it will break If longer thou liest confined for my sake.'
The words which he uttered, they caused her to weep; Yet, nevertheless, she was forced to keep Deep silence that minute, that minute for fear Her honoured father and mother should hear.
PART II.
Soon after, bold Henry he entered on board, The heavens a prosperous gale did afford, And brought him with speed to the kingdom of Spain, There he with a merchant some time did remain;
Who, finding
And as they rode along the road, He spied some cocks of hay; 'Yonder,' he says, 'is a lovely place For men and maids to play!'
And when they came to her father's gate, She pulled at a ring; And ready was the proud porter For to let the lady in.
And when the gates were open, This lady jumped in; She says, 'You are a fool without, And I'm a maid within.
'Good morrow to you, modest boy, I thank you for your care; If you had been what you should have been, I would not have left you there.
'There is a horse in my father's stable, He stands beyond the thorn; He shakes his head above the trough, But dares not prie the corn.
'There is a bird in my father's flock, A double comb he wears; He flaps his wings, and crows full loud, But a capon's crest he bears.
'There is a flower in my father's garden, They call it marygold; The fool that will not when he may, He shall not when he wold.'
Said the shepherd's son, as he doft his shoon, 'My feet they shall run bare, And if ever I meet another maid, I rede that maid beware.'
Ballad: THE BEAUTIFUL LADY OF KENT; OR, THE SEAMAN OF DOVER.
[WE have met with two copies of this genuine English ballad; the older one is without printer's name, but from the appearance of the type and the paper, it must have been published about the middle of the last century. It is certainly not one of the original impressions, for the other copy, though of recent date, has evidently been taken from some still older and better edition. In the modern broadside the ballad is in four parts, whereas, in our older one, there is no such expressed division, but a word at the commencement of each part is printed in capital letters.]
PART I.
A SEAMAN of Dover, whose excellent parts, For wisdom and learning, had conquered the hearts Of many young damsels, of beauty so bright, Of him this new ditty in brief I shall write;
And show of his turnings, and windings of fate, His passions and sorrows, so many and great: And how he was blessed with true love at last, When all the rough storms of his troubles were past.
Now, to be brief, I shall tell you the truth: A beautiful lady, whose name it was Ruth, A squire's young daughter, near Sandwich, in Kent, Proves all his heart's treasure, his joy and content.
Unknown to their parents in private they meet, Where many love lessons they'd often repeat, With kisses, and many embraces likewise, She granted him love, and thus gained the prize.
She said, 'I consent to be thy sweet bride, Whatever becomes of my fortune,' she cried. 'The frowns of my father I never will fear, But freely will go through the world with my dear.'
A jewel he gave her, in token of love, And vowed, by the sacred powers above, To wed the next morning; but they were betrayed, And all by the means of a treacherous maid.
She told her parents that they were agreed: With that they fell into a passion with speed, And said, ere a seaman their daughter should have, They rather would follow her corpse to the grave.
The lady was straight to her chamber confined, Here long she continued in sorrow of mind, And so did her love, for the loss of his dear, - No sorrow was ever so sharp and severe.
When long he had mourned for his love and delight, Close under the window he came in the night, And sung forth this ditty:- 'My dearest, farewell! Behold, in this nation no longer I dwell.
'I am going from hence to the kingdom of Spain, Because I am willing that you should obtain Your freedom once more; for my heart it will break If longer thou liest confined for my sake.'
The words which he uttered, they caused her to weep; Yet, nevertheless, she was forced to keep Deep silence that minute, that minute for fear Her honoured father and mother should hear.
PART II.
Soon after, bold Henry he entered on board, The heavens a prosperous gale did afford, And brought him with speed to the kingdom of Spain, There he with a merchant some time did remain;
Who, finding