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Fair Mary of Wallington
FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON—A
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When we were silly sisters seven.sisters were so fair,
Five of us were brave knights' wives,
and died in childbed lair.
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Up then spake Fair Mary,marry woud she nane;
If ever she came in man's bed,
the same gate wad she gang.
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‘Make no vows, Fair Mary,for fear they broken be;
Here's been the Knight of Wallington,
asking good will of thee.’
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‘If here's been the knight, mother,asking good will of me,
Within three quarters of a year
you may come bury me.’
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When she came to Wallington,and into Wallington hall,
There she spy'd her mother dear,
walking about the wall.
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‘You're welcome, daughter dear,to thy castle and thy bowers;’
‘I thank you kindly, mother,
I hope they'll soon be yours.’
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She had not been in Wallingtonthree quarters and a day,
Till upon the ground she could not walk,
she was a weary prey.
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She had not been in Wallingtonthree quarters and a night,
Till on the ground she coud not walk,
she was a weary wight.
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‘Is there neer a boy in this town,who'll win hose and shun,
That will run to fair Pudlington,
and bid my mother come?’
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Up then spake a little boy,near unto a-kin;
‘Full oft I have your errands gone,
but now I will it run.’
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Then she calld her waiting-maidto bring up bread and wine:
‘Eat and drink, my bonny boy,
thou'll neer eat more of mine.
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‘Give my respects to my mother,[as] she sits in her chair of stone,
And ask her how she likes the news,
of seven to have but one.
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[‘Give my respects to my mother,as she sits in her chair of oak,
And bid her come to my sickening,
or my merry lake-wake.]
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‘Give my love to my brotherWilliam, Ralph, and John,
And to my sister Betty fair,
and to her white as bone.
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‘And bid her keep her maidenhead,be sure make much on't,
For if eer she come in man's bed,
the same gate will she gang.’
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Away this little boy is gone,as fast as he could run;
When he came where brigs were broke,
he lay down and swum.
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When he saw the lady, he said,Lord may your keeper be!
‘What news, my pretty boy,
hast thou to tell to me?’
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‘Your daughter Mary orders me,as you sit in a chair of stone,
To ask you how you like the news,
of seven to have but one.
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‘Your daughter gives commands,as you sit in a chair of oak,
And bids you come to her sickening,
or her merry lake-wake.
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‘She gives command to her brotherWilliam, Ralph, and John,
[And] to her sister Betty fair,
and to her white as bone.
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‘She bids her keep her maidenhead,be sure make much on't,
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the same gate woud she gang.’
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She kickt the table with her foot,she kickt it with her knee,
The silver plate into the fire,
so far she made it flee.
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Then she calld her waiting-maidto bring her riding-hood,
So did she on her stable-groom
to bring her riding-steed.
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‘Go saddle to me the black [the black,]go saddle to me the brown,
Go saddle to me the swiftest steed
that eer rid [to] Wallington.’
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When they came to Wallington,and into Wallington hall,
There she spy'd her son Fenwick,
walking about the wall.
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‘God save you, dear son,Lord may your keeper be!
Where is my daughter fair,
that used to walk with thee?’
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He turnd his head round about,the tears did fill his ee:
‘'Tis a month,’ he said, ‘since she
took her chambers from me.’
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She went on [OMITTED]and there were in the hall
Four and twenty ladies,
letting the tears down fall.
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Her daughter had a scopeinto her cheek and into her chin,
All to keep her life
till her dear mother came.
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‘Come take the rings off my fingers,the skin it is so white,
And give them to my mother dear,
for she was all the wite.
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‘Come take the rings off my fingers,the veins they are so red,
Give them to Sir William Fenwick,
I'm sure his heart will bleed.’
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She took out a razorthat was both sharp and fine,
And out of her left side has taken
the heir of Wallington.
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There is a race in Wallington,and that I rue full sare;
Tho the cradle it be full spread up,
the bride-bed is left bare.
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