The Bailiffs Daughter Of Islington

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There was a youth, and a well belov'd youth, 
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And he was a esquire's son, 
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He loved the bailiff's daughter dear, 
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That lived 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 she would 
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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. 

      C 
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 have I shed for her sake, 
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When she little thought of me. 

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All the maids of Islington 
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Went forth to sport and play; 
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All but the bailiff's daughter dear; 
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She secretly stole away. 

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She put off her gown of gray, 
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And put on her puggish attire; 
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She's up to fair London gone, 
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Her true-love to require. 

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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 true-love, 
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At length come riding by. 

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She stept to him, as red as any 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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To ease my weary limb." 

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"I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me 
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Where that 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 thou dost know 
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The bailiff's daughter of Islington?" 
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"She's dead, sir, long ago." 

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"Then will I sell my goodly steed, 
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My saddle and my bow; 
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I will into some far 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's 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."