Gil Brenton
No: 5; variant: 5E
- LORD BENWALL he's a hunting gone;
Hey down, etc.
He's taken with him all his merry men.
Hey, etc.
- As he was walking late alone,
He spyed a lady both brisk and young.
- He keeped her so long and long,
From the evening late till the morning came.
- All that he gave her at their parting
Was a pair of gloves and a gay gold ring.
- Lord Benwall he's a wooing gone,
And he's taken with him all his merry men.
- As he was walking the Haleigh throw,
He spy'd seven ladyes all in a row.
- He cast a lot among them all;
Upon the youngest the lot did fall.
- He wedded her and brought her home,
And by the way she made great moan.
- 'What aileth my dearest and dayly flower?
What ails my dear, to make such moan?
- 'Does the steed carry you too high?
Or does thy pillow sit awry?
- 'Or does the wind blow in thy glove?
Or is thy heart after another love?'
- 'The steed does not carry me too high,
Nor does my pillow sit awry.
- 'Nor does the wind blow in my glove,
Nor is my heart after another love.'
- When they were doun to supper set,
The weary pain took her by the back.
- 'What ails my dearest and dayly flower?
What ails my dearest, to make such moan?'
- 'I am with child, and it's not to thee,
And oh and alas, what shall I doe!'
- 'I thought I had got a maid so mild;
But I have got a woman big with child.
- 'I thought I had got a dayly flower;
I have gotten but a common whore.'
- 'Rise up, Lord Benwall, go to your hall,
And cherrish up your merry men all.'
- 'As I was walking once late alone,
I spy'd a lord, both brisk and young.
- 'He keeped me so long and long,
From evening late till the morning came.
- 'All that he gave me at our parting
Was a pair of gloves and a gay gold ring.
- 'If you will not believe what I tell to thee,
There's the key of my coffer, you may go and see.'
- His mother went, and threw and flang,
Till to her hand the ring it came.
- 'Lord Benwall, wilt thou tell to me
Where is the ring I gave to thee?'
- 'Now I would give all my lands and tower,
To have that lady in my bower.
- 'I would give all my lands and rents,
To have that lady in my tents.'
- 'You need not give all your lands and tower,
For you have that lady in your power.
- 'You need not give all your lands and rents,
For you have that lady in your tents.'
- Now it was written on the child's breast-bone
Lord Benwall's sirname and his name.
- It was written on the child's right hand
That he should be heir of Lord Benwall's land.
- 'Canst cloath my lady in the silk,
And feed my young son with the milk.'