Collected in in the early 1900s from the farmer who farmed the land where I grew up.
The Knight and the Shepherd's Daughter.
1There was a little shepherd maid
Kept sheep all on the hill
And then there came a young man
And he swore he'd have his will.
Line ,twine ,the willow dee.
2 And now you've had your will on me
And brought my body to shame,
The only thing that you can do
Is pray tell me your name.
3 Oh some do call me Jack ,he said ,
And some do call me John,
But when I'm home in the King's fair court
My name is Sweet William.
4 He mounted on his milk-white steed
And away then he did ride.
She strapped her petticoats round her waist
And ran by the horse,s side.
5 She ran till she came to the broadwaters,
She bore down her breast and swam,
And when she came to the dry land again
She tripped up her heels and ran.
6 She ran till she came to the king's fair courts,
She pulled at the ring,
There was none so ready as the kimg himself
to let this fair girl in.
7 Good morning to you ,my pretty maid,
Good morning,sir,said she,
You have a knoght all in your court ,
This day he have robbed me.
8 O has he robbed you of your gold ,
Or any of your fee,
Or has he robbed you of the rarest branch that grows in your body?
9 He has not robbed me of my gold,
Nor any of my fee,
but he has robbed me of the rarest branch
That grows in my body.
10 Here's twenty pounds for you he said ,
All wrapped in a glove.
And twenty thousand pounds for you, he said
To seek some other love.
11 I will not have your twenty pounds
Nor any of your fee,
But I will have the king's fair knight
This day to marry me.
12 The king he called his fair young knights
By one ,by two, by three.
Young William once the foremost was,
But now behind came he.
13Accursed be that very hour
That I got drunk by wine;
To have the farmer's daughter here
To be a true lover of mine.
14 If I a farmer's daughter am
Pray leave me all alone;
If you make me l;ady of a thousand lands
I can make thee lord of ten.
15 he mounted on his milk -white steed
And she on her pony grey;
He threw the bugle round his neck
And together they rode away.
16 The very next town that they came to,
The wedding bells did ring;
And the very next church that they came to,
There was a gay wedding.
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