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The PLOUGHMAN'S LOVE to the FARMER'S DAUGHTER.
WHEN first a-courting I did go,
I lov'd a fair maid as my life,
I often told her I did her love, I did her love,
but I never could gain her for my wife.
I serv'd her father winters seven,
from rising sun till nine at night,
Duly and truly as my life, as my life,
but I ne'er could gain my heart’s delight.
I told her father secretly,
his daughter I did daily prize,
He lock'd her up in a room so high, in, &c.
then first began my miseries.
I went to my love's chamber door,
where oft-times I had been before.
For to let her know and understand, and &c.
I was going to some foreign shore.
On shipboard I then went straightaway,
and sailed for fair Flander's shore;
I little thought what should me befal, I &c.
that I ne'er should see my love more.
When to fair Flanders I did come,
no rest nor comfort could I find,
Tho' I did it and with glass in hand, glass, &c.
still my true love ran in my mind,
