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THE BROWN GIRL
The bonny Brown Girl; or, The Brown Girl
THE BROWN GIRL—A
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The Brown Girl's Garland, British Museum, 11621. c. 3
(10), n. d., before 1788.
1
‘I am as brown as brown can be,
My eyes as black as a sloe;
I am as brisk as a nightingale,
And as wilde as any doe.
2
‘My love has sent me a love-letter,
Not far from yonder town,
That he could not fancy me,
Because I was so brown.
3
‘I sent him his letter back again.
For his love I valu'd not,
Whether that he could fancy me
Or whether he could not.
4
‘He sent me his letter back again,
That he lay dangerous sick,
That I might then go speedily
To give him up his faith.’
5
Now you shall hear what love she had
Then for this love-sick man;
She was a whole long summer's day
In a mile a going on.
6
When she came to her love's bed-side,
Where he lay dangerous sick,
She could not for laughing stand
Upright upon her feet.
7
She had a white wand all in her hand,
And smoothd it all on his breast;
‘In faith and troth come pardon me,
I hope your soul's at rest.
8
‘I'll do as much for my true-love
As other maidens may;
I'll dance and sing on my love's grave
A whole twelvemonth and a day.’
THE BROWN GIRL—B
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Taken down lately by Rev. S. Baring-Gould from a blacksmith,
parish of Thrushleton, Devon.
1
‘I am as brown as brown can be,
And my eyes as black as sloe;
I am as brisk as brisk can be,
And wild as forest doe.
2
‘My love he was so high and proud,
His fortune too so high,
He for another fair pretty maid
Me left and passed me by.
3
‘Me did he send a love-letter,
He sent it from the town,
Saying no more he loved me,
For that I was so brown.
4
‘I sent his letter back again,
Saying his love I valued not,
Whether that he would fancy me,
Whether that he would not.
5
‘When that six months were overpassd,
Were overpassd and gone,
Then did my lover, once so bold,
Lie on his bed and groan.
6
‘When that six months were overpassd,
Were gone and overpassd,
O then my lover, once so bold,
With love was sick at last.
7
‘First sent he for the doctor-man:
‘You, doctor, me must cure;
The pains that now do torture me
I can not long endure.’
8
‘Next did he send from out the town,
O next did send for me;
He sent for me, the brown, brown girl
Who once his wife should be.
9
‘O neer a bit the doctor-man
His sufferings could relieve;
O never an one but the brown, brown girl
Who could his life reprieve.’
10
Now you shall hear what love she had
For this poor love-sick man,
How all one day, a summer's day,
She walked and never ran.
11
When that she came to his bedside,
Where he lay sick and weak,
O then for laughing she could not stand
Upright upon her feet.
12
‘You flouted me, you scouted me,
And many another one;
Now the reward is come at last,
For all that you have done.’
13
The rings she took from off her hands,
The rings by two and three:
‘O take, O take these golden rings,
By them remember me.’
14
She had a white wand in her hand,
She strake him on the breast:
‘My faith and troth I give back to thee,
So may thy soul have rest.’
15
‘Prithee,’ said he, ‘forget, forget,
Prithee forget, forgive;
O grant me yet a little space,
That I may be well and live.’
16
‘O never will I forget, forgive,
So long as I have breath;
I'll dance above your green, green grave
Where you do lie beneath.’