The Fair Flower of Northumberland
No: 9; variant: 9E
- A BAILIFF'S fair daughter, she lived by the Aln,
A young maid's love is easily won
She heard a poor prisoner making his moan,
And she was the flower of Northumberland.
- 'If ye could love me, as I do love thee,
A young maid's love is hard to win
I'll make you a lady of high degree,
When once we go down to fair Scotland.'
- To think of the prisoner her heart was sore,
A young maid's love is easily won
Her love it was much, but her pity was more,
And she, etc.
- She stole from her father's pillow the key,
And out of the dungeon she soon set him free,
And she, etc.
- She led him into her father's stable,
And they've taken a steed both gallant and able,
To carry them down to fair Scotland.
- When they first took the way, it was darling and dear;
As forward they fared, all changed was his cheer,
And she, etc.
- They rode till they came to a fair Scottish corse;
Says he, 'Now, pray madam, dismount from my horse,
And go get you back to Northumberland.
- 'It befits not to ride with a leman light,
When awaits my returning my own lady bright,
My own wedded wife in fair Scotland.'
- The words that he said on her fond heart smote,
She knew not in sooth if she lived or not,
And she, etc.
- She looked to his face, and it kythed so unkind
That her fast coming tears soon rendered her blind,
And she, etc.
- 'Have pity on me as I had it on thee,
O why was my love so easily won!
A slave in your kitchen I'm willing to be,
But I may not go back to Northumberland.
- 'Or carry me up by the middle sae sma,
O why was my love so easily won!
And fling me headlong from your high castle wa,
For I dare not go back to Northumberland.'
- Her wailing, her woe, for nothing they went,
A young maid's love is easily won
His bosom was stone and he would not relent,
And she, etc.
- He turned him around and he thought of a plan,
He bought an old horse and he hired an old man,
To carry her back to Northumberland.
- A heavy heart makes a weary way,
She reached her home in the evening gray,
And she, etc.
- And all as she stood at her father's tower-gate,
More loud beat her heart than her knock thereat,
And she, etc.
- Down came her step-dame, so rugged and doure,
O why was your love so easily won!
'In Scotland go back to your false paramour,
For you shall not stay here in Northumberland.'
- Down came her father, he saw her and smiled,
A young maid's love is easily won
'You are not the first that false Scots have beguiled,
And ye're aye welcome back to Northumberland.
- 'You shall not want houses, you shall not want land,
You shall not want gold for to gain a husband,
And ye're aye welcome back to Northumberland.'