THE BAFFLED KNIGHT—B
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Pills to Purge Melancholy, V, 112, 1719.
1
There was a knight, and he was young,
A riding along the way, sir,
And there he met a lady fair,
Among the cocks of hay, sir.
2
Quoth he, Shall you and I, lady,
Among the grass lye down a?
And I will have a special care
Of rumpling of your gown a.
3
‘If you will go along with me
Unto my father's hall, sir,
You shall enjoy my maidenhead,
And my estate and all, sir.’
4
So he mounted her on a milk-white steed,
Himself upon another,
And then they rid upon the road,
Like sister and like brother.
5
And when she came to her father's house,
Which was moated round about, sir,
She stepped streight within the gate,
And shut this young knight out, sir.
6
‘Here is a purse of gold,’ she said,
‘Take it for your pains, sir;
And I will send my father's man
To go home with you again, sir.
7
‘And if you meet a lady fair,
As you go thro the next town, sir,
You must not fear the dew of the grass,
Nor the rumpling of her gown, sir.
8
‘And if you meet a lady gay,
As you go by the hill, sir,
If you will not when you may,
You shall not when you will, sir.’
