Shepherd's daughter (1)/The shepherd's daughter

The SHEPHERD’S DAUGHTER.

There was a shepherd's daughter,
⁠kept sheep on yonder hill
There was a knight and he was bright,
⁠who fain would have his will.
Chor. And sing O ro malando,
⁠crying, O ro follow me.
⁠Go follow me to the begging green,
⁠my own dear Lamachree.

He has taen her by the milk-white hand,
⁠she has gently laid her down.
And when he got his will of her,
⁠he took her up again. ⁠And &c.

Now since you’ve got your will of me,
⁠and brought my body to shame
You'll be so good, kind Sir, indeed,
⁠as tell to me your name. ⁠And &c.

Sometimes they call me Jack, he says,
⁠other times they call me John,
But when I’m in the King's court,
⁠they call me sweet William. ⁠And &e.

Then she took up her petticoats,
⁠a little above her knee,
And she's away to the King’s court,
⁠as fast as she could hie. ⁠And &c.

When she came to the King’s court,
⁠she knocked at the pin,
There was none so ready as the King,
⁠to let this maiden in. ⁠And &c.

O what’s your will with me Madam?
⁠O what's your will with me?
Sir, there’s a man into your court,
⁠this day has robbed me. ⁠And &c.

O has he robb’d you of your gold,
⁠or yet your penny fee.
Or has he robb’d thee of thy maidenhead,
⁠the flower of thy body. ⁠And &c.

He has not robb’d me of my gold,
⁠nor yet of my penny fee,
But he’s robb'd me of my maidenhead,
⁠the flower of my body. ⁠And &c.

O its if he be a married man,
⁠its hanged he must be,
But if he be a batchelor,
⁠thy husband he shall be. ⁠And &c.

O the King has call’d out his merry men all,
⁠by thirty and by three.
Sweet William he should be a foremost man,
⁠the last man he but three. ⁠And &c.

Then he’s ta’en out a purse of gold,
⁠and told it on a stone,
Saying, Take up that my dearest dear,
⁠and go thou thy ways home. ⁠And &c.

I want none of your purse of gold,
⁠you’ve told on a stone to me,
but I will have your fair body,
⁠the King has granted me. ⁠And &c.

Then he’s ta’en out a purse of gold,
⁠and told it in a glove.
Saying, Take you that my dearest dear.
⁠go seek another love. ⁠And &c.

I want none of year purse of gold,
⁠you told in a glove to me
but l will have your fair body,
⁠the King has granted me. ⁠And &c.

Then he’s ta’en out a purse of gold,
⁠and told it on his knee,
Saying, take you that my dearest dear,
⁠you’ll get no more of me. ⁠And &c.

I wish I had drank of the water,
⁠when I drunk of the wine.
That e’er a shepherd’s daughter,
⁠should been a lover of mine. ⁠And &c.

O when he came to her father’s gate,
⁠where she did reckon kin,
She was the Queen of fair Scotland,
⁠and he but a goldsmith’s son. ⁠And &c.

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