No: 48; variant: 48
- AS I was cast in my ffirst sleepe,
A dreadffull draught in my mind I drew,
Ffor I was dreamed of a yong man,
Some men called him yonge Andrew.
- The moone shone bright, and itt cast a ffayre light,
Sayes shee, Welcome, my honey, my hart, and my sweete!
For I haue loued thee this seuen long yeere,
And our chance itt was wee cold neuer meete.
- Then he tooke her in his armes two,
And kissed her both cheeke and chin,
And twise or thrise he pleased this may
Before they tow did part in twinn.
- Saies, Now, good sir, you haue had your will,
You can demand no more of mee;
Good sir, remember what you said before,
And goe to the church and marry mee.
- ‘Ffaire maid, I cannott doe as I wold;
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Goe home and fett thy fathers redd gold,
And I’le goe to the church and marry thee.
- This ladye is gone to her ffathers hall,
And well she knew where his red gold lay,
And counted fforth five hundred pound,
Besides all other iuells and chaines:
- And brought itt all to younge Andrew,
Then he tooke her by the lillye white hand,
And led her vp to an hill soe hye.
- Shee had vpon a gowne of blacke veluett,
(A pittyffull sight after yee shall see:)
‘Put of thy clothes, bonny wenche,’ he sayes,
‘For noe ffoote further thoust gang with mee.’
- But then shee put of her gowne of veluett,
With many a salt teare from her eye,
And in a kirtle of ffine breaden silke
Shee stood beffore young Andrews eye.
- Sais, O put off thy kirtle of silke,
Ffor some and all shall goe with mee;
And to my owne lady I must itt beare,
Who I must needs loue better then thee.
- Then shee put of her kirtle of silke,
With many a salt teare still ffrom her eye;
In a peticoate of scarlett redd
Shee stood before young Andrewes eye.
- Saies, O put of thy peticoate,
For some and all of itt shall goe with mee;
And to my owne lady I will itt beare,
Which dwells soe ffarr in a strange countrye
- But then shee put of her peticoate,
With many a salt teare still from her eye,
And in a smocke of braue white silke
She stood before young Andrews eye.
- Saies, O put of thy smocke of silke,
For some and all shall goe with mee;
Vnto my owne ladye I will itt beare,
That dwells soe ffarr in a strange countrye.
- Sayes, O remember, young Andrew,
Once of a woman you were borne;
And ffor that birth that Marye bore,
I pray you let my smocke be vpon!
- ‘Yes, ffayre ladye, I know itt well,
Once of a woman I was borne;
Yett ffor noe birth that Mary bore,
Thy smocke shall not be left here vpon.’
- But then shee put of her head-geere ffine;
Shee hadd billaments worth a hundred pound;
The hayre that was vpon this bony wench head
Couered her bodye downe to the ground.
- Then he pulled forth a Scottish brand,
And held itt there in his owne right hand;
Saies, Whether wilt thou dye vpon my swords point, ladye,
Or thow wilt goe naked home againe?
- ‘Liffe is sweet,’ then, ‘Sir,’ said shee,
‘Therfore I pray you leaue mee with mine;
Before I wold dye on your swords point,
I had rather goe naked home againe.
- ‘My ffather,’ shee sayes, ‘is a right good erle
As any remaines in his countrye;
If euer he doe your body take,
You’r sure to fflower a gallow tree.
- ‘And I haue seuen brethren,’ shee sayes,
‘And they are all hardy men and bold;
Giff euer the: doe your body take,
You must neuer gang quicke ouer the mold.’
- ‘If your ffather be a right good erle
As any remaines in his owne countrye,
Tush! he shall neuer by body take,
I’le gang soe ffast ouer the sea.
- ‘If you have seuen brethren,’ he sayes,
‘If they be neuer soe hardy or bold,
Tush! they shall neuer my body take,
I’le gang soe ffast into the Scottish mold.’
- Now this ladye is gone to her fathers hall,
When euery body their rest did take;
But the Erle which was her ffather
Lay waken for his deere daughters sake.
- ‘But who is that,’ her ffather can say,
‘That soe priuilye knowes the pinn?’
‘It’s Hellen, your owne deere daughter, ffather,
I pray you rise and lett me in.’
- . . . . .
‘Noe, by my hood!’ quoth her ffather then,
‘My [house] thoust neuer come within,
Without I had my red gold againe.’
- ‘Nay, your gold is gone, ffather!’ said shee,
. . . . .
‘Then naked thou came into this world,
And naked thou shalt returne againe.’
- ‘Nay! God fforgaue his death, father,’ shee sayes,
‘And soe I hope you will doe mee;’
‘Away, away, thou cursed woman,
I pray God an ill death thou may dye!’
- Shee stood soe long quacking on the ground
Till her hart itt burst in three;
And then shee ffell dead downe in a swoond,
And this was the end of this bonny ladye.
- Ithe morning, when her ffather gott vpp,
A pittyffull sight there he might see;
His owne deere daughter was dead, without clothes,
The teares they trickeled fast ffrom his eye.
- . . . . . .
Sais, Fye of gold, and ffye of ffee!
For I sett soe much by my red gold
That now itt hath lost both my daughter and mee!’
- . . . . . .
But after this time he neere dought good day,
But as flowers doth fade in the frost,
Soe he did wast and weare away.
- But let vs leaue talking of this ladye,
And talke some more of young Andrew;
Ffor ffalse he was to this bonny ladye,
More pitty that he had not beene true.
- He was not gone a mile into the wild forrest,
Or halfe a mile into the hart of Wales,
But there they cought him by such a braue wyle
That hee must come to tell noe more tales.
- . . . . .
Ffull soone a wolfe did of him smell,
And shee came roaring like a beare,
And gaping like a ffeend of hell.
- Soe they ffought together like two lyons,
And fire betweene them two glashet out;
The: raught eche other such a great rappe,
That there young Andrew was slaine, well I wott.
- But now young Andrew he is dead,
But he was neuer buryed vnder mold,
For ther as the wolfe devoured him,
There lyes all this great erles gold.