No: 108; variant: 108
- AS I walked fforth one morninge,
By one place that pleased mee,
Wherin I heard a wandering wight,
Sais, Christopher White is good companye.
- I drew me neere, and very neere,
Till I was as neere as neere cold bee;
Loth I was her councell to discreene,
Because I wanted companye.
- ‘Say on, say on, thou well faire mayd,
Why makest thou moane soe heauilye?’
Sais, All is ffor one wandering wight,
Is banished fforth of his owne countrye.
- ‘I am the burgesse of Edenburrow,
Soe am I more of townes three;
I haue money and gold great store,
Come, sweet wench, and ligg thy loue on mee.’
- The merchant pulled forth a bagg of gold
Which had hundreds two or three;
Sais, Euery day throughout the weeke
I’le comt as much downe on thy knee.
- ‘O merchant, take thy gold againe,
A good liuing ‘twill purchase thee;
If I be ffalse to Christopher White,
Merchant, I cannott be true to thee.’
- Sais, I haue halls, soe haue I bowers,
Sais, I haue shipps sayling on the sea;
I ame the burgess of Edenburrowe;
Come, sweete wench, ligge thy loue on mee.
- Come on, come, thou well faire mayde,
Of our matters lett vs goe throughe,
For to-morrowe I’le marry thee,
And thy dwelling shalbe in Edenburrough.
- The lady shee tooke this gold in her hand,
The teares the: ffell ffast ffrom her eye;
Sais, Siluer and gold makes my hart to turne,
And makes me leaue good companye.
- They had not beene marryed
Not ouer monthes two or three,
But tydings came to Edenburrowe
That all the merchants must to the sea.
- Then as this lady sate in a deske,
Shee made a loue-letter ffull round;
She mad a lettre to Christopher White,
And in itt shee put a hundred pound.
- She lin’d the letter with gold soe red,
And mony good store in itt was found;
Shee sent itt to Christopher White,
That was soe ffar in the Scotts ground.
- Shee bade him then ffrankely spend,
And looke that hee shold merry bee,
And bid him come to Edenburrowe,
Now all the merchants be to the sea.
- But Christopher came to leeue London,
And there he kneeled lowly downe,
And there hee begd his pardon then,
Of our noble king that ware the crowne.
- But when he came to his true-loue’s house,
Which was made both of lime and stone,
Shee tooke him by the lily-white hand,
Sais, True-loue, you are welcome home!
- Welcome, my honey, welcome, my ioy,
Welcome, my true-loue; home to mee!
Ffor thou art hee that will lengthen my dayes,
And I know thou art good companye.
- Christopher, I am a merchant’s wiffe;
Christopher, the more shall be your gaine;
Siluer and gold you shall haue enough,
Of the merchant’s gold that is in Spaine.
- ‘But if you be a merchant’s wiffe,
Something t’o much you are to blame;
I will thee reade a loue-letter
Shall sture thy stumpes, thou noble dame.’
- ‘Althoug I be a marchant’s wiffe,
. . . shall . . mine
. and g . . . . .
Into England I’le goe with the.’
- They packet vp both siluer and plate,
Siluer and gold soe great plentye,
And they be gon into Litle England,
And the marchant must them neuer see.
- And when the merchants they came home,
Their wiues to eche other can say,
Heere hath beene good Christopher White,
And he hath tane thy wiffe away.
- They haue packett vp spoone and plate,
Siluer and gold great plenty,
And they be gon into Litle England,
And them againe thow must neuer see.
- ‘I care nott ffor my siluer and gold,
Nor for my plate soe great plentye,
But I mourne for that like-some ladye
That Christopher White hath tane ffrom mee.
- ‘But one thing I must needs confesse,
This lady shee did say to me,
If shee were ffalse to Christopher White,
Shee cold neuer be true to mee.
- ‘All young men a warning take,
A warning, looke, you take by mee;
Looke that you loue your old loues best,
For infaith they are best companye.’