IX.CHILD WATERS.

[Thefollowing is the original ballad from the Folio MS. ed. Hales and Furnivall, vol. i. p. 235.

God! let neuer soe old a manmarry so yonge a wiffeas did old Robin of portingale!he may rue all the dayes of his liffe.4ffor the Maiors daughter of Lin, god wott,he chose her to his wife,& thought to haue liued in quiettnessewith her all the dayes of his liffe.8they had not in their wed bed laid,scarcly were both on sleepe,but vpp shee rose, & forth shee goesto Sir Gyles, & fast can weepe,12Saies, "sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles,or be not you within?""but I am waking, sweete," he said,"Lady, what is your will?"16"I haue vnbethought me of a will,how my wed Lord we shall spill."24 knights, she sayes,that dwells about this towne,20eene 24 of my Next Cozens,will helpe to dinge him downe."with that beheard his litle foote pageas he was watering his Masters steed,24Soe s * * * *his verry heart did bleed;he mourned, sist, and wept full sore;I sweare by the holy roode,28the teares he for his Master weptwere blend water & bloude.with that beheard his deare Masteras in his garden sate,32says, "euer alacke my litle page!what causes thee to weepe?"hath any one done to thee wronge,any of thy fellowes here,36or is any of thy good friends deadwhich makes thee shed such teares?"or if it be my head bookes man,grieued againe he shalbe,40nor noe man within my howseshall doe wrong vnto thee.""but it is not your head bookes man,nor none of his degree,44but or to morrow, ere it be Noone,you are deemed to die;"& of that thanke your head Steward,& after your gay Ladie."48"If it be true, my little foote page,Ile make thee heyre of all my land.""if it be not true, my deare Master,god let me neuer dye."52"if it be not true, thou little foot page,a dead corse shalt thou be."he called downe his head kookes man,cooke in kitchen super to dresse:56"all & anon, my deare Master,anon at your request.""& call you downe my faire Lady,this night to supp with mee."60& downe then came that fayre Lady,was cladd all in purple & palle,the rings that were vpon her fingerscast light thorrow the hall.64"What is your will, my owne wed Lord,what is your will with mee?""I am sicke, fayre Lady,sore sicke, & like to dye."68"but & you be sicke, my owne wed Lord,soe sore it greiueth mee,but my 5 maydens & my selfewill goe & make your bedd,72"& at the wakening of your first sleepe,you shall haue a hott drinke Made,& at the wakening of your first sleepeyour sorrowes will haue a slake."76he put a silke cote on his backe,was 13 inches folde,& put a steele cap vpon his head,was gilded with good red gold;80& he layd a bright browne sword by his side,& another att his ffeete,& full well knew old Robin thenwhether he shold wake or sleepe.84& about the Middle time of the Nightcame 24 good knights in,Syr Gyles he was the formost man,soe well he knew that ginne.88Old Robin with a bright browne swordSir Gyles head he did winne,soe did he all those 24,neuer a one went quicke out [agen;]92none but one litle foot pagecrept forth at a window of stone,& he had 2 armes when he came inAnd [when he went out he had none].96Vpp then came that Ladie brightwith torches burning light;shee thought to haue brought Sir Gyles a drinke,but shee found her owne wedd Knight,100& the first thinge that this Ladye stumbled vpon,was of Sir Gyles his ffoote,sayes, "euer alacke, and woe is me,heere lyes my sweete hart roote!"104& the 2dthing that this Ladie stumbled on,was of Sir Gyles his head,sayes, "euer alacke, and woe is me,heere lyes my true loue deade!"108hee cutt the papps beside he[r] brest,& bad her wish her will,& he cutt the eares beside her heade,& bade her wish on still.112"Mickle is the mans blood I haue spentto doe thee & me some good,"sayes, "euer alacke, my fayre Lady,I thinke that I was woode?"116he calld then vp his litle foote page,& made him heyre of all his land,& he shope the crosse in his right sholderof the white flesh & the redd.120& he sent him into the holy landwheras Christ was quicke & dead.

God! let neuer soe old a manmarry so yonge a wiffeas did old Robin of portingale!he may rue all the dayes of his liffe.4

ffor the Maiors daughter of Lin, god wott,he chose her to his wife,& thought to haue liued in quiettnessewith her all the dayes of his liffe.8

they had not in their wed bed laid,scarcly were both on sleepe,but vpp shee rose, & forth shee goesto Sir Gyles, & fast can weepe,12

Saies, "sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles,or be not you within?"

"but I am waking, sweete," he said,"Lady, what is your will?"16"I haue vnbethought me of a will,how my wed Lord we shall spill.

"24 knights, she sayes,that dwells about this towne,20eene 24 of my Next Cozens,will helpe to dinge him downe."

with that beheard his litle foote pageas he was watering his Masters steed,24Soe s * * * *his verry heart did bleed;

he mourned, sist, and wept full sore;I sweare by the holy roode,28the teares he for his Master weptwere blend water & bloude.

with that beheard his deare Masteras in his garden sate,32says, "euer alacke my litle page!what causes thee to weepe?

"hath any one done to thee wronge,any of thy fellowes here,36or is any of thy good friends deadwhich makes thee shed such teares?

"or if it be my head bookes man,grieued againe he shalbe,40nor noe man within my howseshall doe wrong vnto thee."

"but it is not your head bookes man,nor none of his degree,44but or to morrow, ere it be Noone,you are deemed to die;

"& of that thanke your head Steward,& after your gay Ladie."48"If it be true, my little foote page,Ile make thee heyre of all my land."

"if it be not true, my deare Master,god let me neuer dye."52"if it be not true, thou little foot page,a dead corse shalt thou be."

he called downe his head kookes man,cooke in kitchen super to dresse:56"all & anon, my deare Master,anon at your request."

"& call you downe my faire Lady,this night to supp with mee."60

& downe then came that fayre Lady,was cladd all in purple & palle,the rings that were vpon her fingerscast light thorrow the hall.64

"What is your will, my owne wed Lord,what is your will with mee?""I am sicke, fayre Lady,sore sicke, & like to dye."68

"but & you be sicke, my owne wed Lord,soe sore it greiueth mee,but my 5 maydens & my selfewill goe & make your bedd,72

"& at the wakening of your first sleepe,you shall haue a hott drinke Made,& at the wakening of your first sleepeyour sorrowes will haue a slake."76

he put a silke cote on his backe,was 13 inches folde,& put a steele cap vpon his head,was gilded with good red gold;80

& he layd a bright browne sword by his side,& another att his ffeete,& full well knew old Robin thenwhether he shold wake or sleepe.84

& about the Middle time of the Nightcame 24 good knights in,Syr Gyles he was the formost man,soe well he knew that ginne.88

Old Robin with a bright browne swordSir Gyles head he did winne,soe did he all those 24,neuer a one went quicke out [agen;]92

none but one litle foot pagecrept forth at a window of stone,& he had 2 armes when he came inAnd [when he went out he had none].96

Vpp then came that Ladie brightwith torches burning light;shee thought to haue brought Sir Gyles a drinke,but shee found her owne wedd Knight,100

& the first thinge that this Ladye stumbled vpon,was of Sir Gyles his ffoote,sayes, "euer alacke, and woe is me,heere lyes my sweete hart roote!"104

& the 2dthing that this Ladie stumbled on,was of Sir Gyles his head,sayes, "euer alacke, and woe is me,heere lyes my true loue deade!"108

hee cutt the papps beside he[r] brest,& bad her wish her will,& he cutt the eares beside her heade,& bade her wish on still.112

"Mickle is the mans blood I haue spentto doe thee & me some good,"sayes, "euer alacke, my fayre Lady,I thinke that I was woode?"116

he calld then vp his litle foote page,& made him heyre of all his land,& he shope the crosse in his right sholderof the white flesh & the redd.120& he sent him into the holy landwheras Christ was quicke & dead.

ffins.]

FOOTNOTES:[137]Ver. 19.unbethought, (properlyonbethought) this word is still used in the Midland counties in the same sense asbethought.[138][spoil or kill.][139][knock.][140]V. 32. blend, MS.[141][clerk.][142]Ver. 47. or to-morrow, MS.[143][doomed.][144]V. 56. bee, MS.[145]Ver. 72. make the, MS.[146]V. 75. first, MS.[147][snare.][148][alive.][149]Ver. 118. fleshe, MS.[150][shaped.][151]Every person who went on aCroisadeto the Holy Land, usually wore a cross on his upper garment, on the right shoulder, as a badge of his profession. Different nations were distinguished by crosses of different colours: The English wore white; the French red; &c. This circumstance seems to be confounded in the ballad. (V. Spelman,Gloss.)

[137]Ver. 19.unbethought, (properlyonbethought) this word is still used in the Midland counties in the same sense asbethought.

[138][spoil or kill.]

[139][knock.]

[140]V. 32. blend, MS.

[141][clerk.]

[142]Ver. 47. or to-morrow, MS.

[143][doomed.]

[144]V. 56. bee, MS.

[145]Ver. 72. make the, MS.

[146]V. 75. first, MS.

[147][snare.]

[148][alive.]

[149]Ver. 118. fleshe, MS.

[150][shaped.]

[151]Every person who went on aCroisadeto the Holy Land, usually wore a cross on his upper garment, on the right shoulder, as a badge of his profession. Different nations were distinguished by crosses of different colours: The English wore white; the French red; &c. This circumstance seems to be confounded in the ballad. (V. Spelman,Gloss.)

Childis frequently used by our old writers, as a Title. It is repeatedly given to Prince Arthur in the Fairie Queen: and the son of a king is in the same poem called "Child Tristram." (B. 5. c. 11. st. 8. 13.—B. 6. c. 2. st. 36.—Ibid.c. 8. st. 15.) In an old ballad quoted in Shakespeare'sK. Lear, the hero of Ariosto is calledChild Roland. Mr. Theobald supposes this use of the word was received along with their romances from the Spaniards, with whomInfantesignifies a "Prince." A more eminent critic tells us, that "in the old times of chivalry, the noble youth, who were candidates for knighthood, during the time of their probation were calledInfans,Varlets,Damoysels,Bacheliers. The most noble of the youth were particularly calledInfans." (Vid. Warb. Shakesp.) A late commentator on Spenser observes, that the Saxon word cniht, knight, signifies also a "child." (See Upton's gloss to the F. Q.)

The Editor's folio MS. whence the following piece is taken (with some corrections), affords several other ballads, wherein the wordChildoccurs as a title: but in none of these it signifies "Prince." See the song intitledGil Morrice, in this volume.

It ought to be observed, that the WordChildorChieldis still used in North Britain to denominate a Man, commonly with some contemptuous character affixed to him, but sometimes to denote Man in general.

[This ballad gives us a curious insight into ancient manners, and shows what were our forefathers' notions of the perfection of female character. They would have agreed with the propounder of the question—What is woman's mission? answer, sub-mission. Like patient Grissel, Ellen bears worse sufferings than the Nut-Brown Maid has to hear of, and in spite of the worst usage shenever swerves from her devotion. This English version was the first published, but the story is the same asLai le Frêne, preserved in English in the Auchinleck MS. and in Norman in theLaisof Marie, which were written about the year 1250.Jamieson (Popular Ballads and Songs, 1806, vol. i. p. 113) published his Scottish version under the more appropriate name ofBurd Ellen, who is the real heroine rather than the ruffian Waters is the hero. Adopting the idea of Mrs. Hampden Pye, who wrote a ballad on the same subject, he changes the character of the catastrophe by adding three concluding stanzas to wind up the story in an unhappy manner. Another version of the ballad, which ends happily, is given in Kinloch'sAncient Scottish Balladsunder the title of Lady Margaret. A German version of this ballad was made by the poet Bürger.]

Jamieson (Popular Ballads and Songs, 1806, vol. i. p. 113) published his Scottish version under the more appropriate name ofBurd Ellen, who is the real heroine rather than the ruffian Waters is the hero. Adopting the idea of Mrs. Hampden Pye, who wrote a ballad on the same subject, he changes the character of the catastrophe by adding three concluding stanzas to wind up the story in an unhappy manner. Another version of the ballad, which ends happily, is given in Kinloch'sAncient Scottish Balladsunder the title of Lady Margaret. A German version of this ballad was made by the poet Bürger.]

Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke white steedeTo him a fayre yonge ladye came[152]As ever ware womans weede.[153]Sayes, Christ you save, good Childe Waters;5Sayes, Christ you save, and see:My girdle of gold that was too longe,[154]Is now too short for mee.And all is with one chyld of yours,I feele sturre att my side;10My gowne of greene it is too straighte;Before, it was too wide.If the child be mine, faire Ellen, he sayd,Be mine as you tell mee;Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,[155]15Take them your owne to bee.If the childe be mine, faire Ellen, he sayd,Be mine, as you doe sweare:Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,And make that child your heyre.20Shee saies, I had rather have one kisse,Child Waters, of thy mouth;Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,That lye by north and south.[156]And I had rather have one twinkling,[157]25Childe Waters, of thine ee:[158]Then I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire bothTo take them mine owne to bee.To morrow, Ellen, I must forth rydeFarr into the north countrie;[159]30The fairest lady that I can find,Ellen, must goe with mee.[Thoughe I am not that lady fayre,Yet let me go with thee.]And ever I pray you, Child Watèrs,35Your foot-page let me bee.If you will my foot-page be, Ellèn,As you doe tell to mee;[160]Then you must cut your gowne of greene,An inch above your knee:40Soe must you doe your yellowe lockes,An inch above your ee:[161]You must tell no man what is my name;My foot-page then you shall bee.Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode,[162]45Ran barefoote by his side;[163]Yett was he never so courteous a knighte,To say, Ellen, will you ryde?Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode,[164]Ran barefoote thorow the broome;[165]50Yett hee was never soe curteous a knighte,To say, put on your shoone.[166]Ride softlye, shee sayd, O Childe Waters,[167]Why doe you ryde soe fast?The childe, which is no mans but thine,[168]55My bodye itt will brast.[169]Hee sayth, seest thou yonder water, Ellen,[170]That flows from banke to brimme.—I trust to God, O Child Waters,[171]You never will see[172]mee swimme.60But when shee came to the waters side,Shee sayled to the chinne:Except the Lord of heaven be my speed,Now must I learne to swimme.The salt waters bare up her clothes;[173]65Our Ladye bare upp her chinne:Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord,[174]To see faire Ellen swimme.And when shee over the water was,Shee then came to his knee:70He said, Come hither, thou faire Ellèn,[175]Loe yonder what I see.Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellèn?Of redd gold shines the yate:[176]Of twenty foure faire ladyes there,[177]75The fairest is my mate.[178]Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellèn?Of redd gold shines the towre:[179]There are twenty four faire ladyes there,[180]The fairest is my paramoure.80I see the hall now, Child Waters,[181]Of redd gold shines the yate:[182]God give you good now of yourselfe,[183]And of your worthye mate.[184]I see the hall now, Child Waters,[181]85Of redd golde shines the towre:[182]God give you good now of yourselfe,[183]And of your paramoure.There twenty four fayre ladyes were[185]A playing att the ball:[186]90And Ellen the fairest ladye there,[187]Must bring his steed to the stall.There twenty four fayre ladyes were[188]A playinge at the chesse;[189]And Ellen the fayrest ladye there,[190]95Must bring his horse to gresse.[191]And then bespake Childe Waters sister,These were the wordes said shee:[192]You have the prettyest foot-page, brother,That ever I saw with mine ee.[193]100But that his bellye it is soe bigg,His girdle goes wonderous hie:And let him, I pray you, Childe Watèrs,[194]Goe into the chamber with mee.[195][It is not fit for a little foot-page,105That has run throughe mosse and myre,To go into the chamber with any ladye.That weares soe riche attyre.]It is more meete for a litle foot-page,That has run throughe mosse and myre.110To take his supper upon his knee,And sitt downe by the kitchen fyer.[196]But when they had supped every one,To bedd they tooke theyr waye:[197]He sayd, come hither, my little foot-page,115And hearken what I saye.[198]Goe thee downe into yonder towne,[199]And low into the street;The fayrest ladye that thou can finde,Hyer her in mine armes to sleepe,120And take her up in thine armes twaine,[200]For filinge[201]of her feete.Ellen is gone into the towne,And low into the streete:The fairest ladye that shee cold find,125Shee hyred in his armes to sleepe;And tooke her up in her armes twayne,[202]For filing of her feete.I praye you nowe, good Childe Watèrs,Let mee lye at your bedds feete:[203]130For there is noe place about this house,Where I may 'saye a slepe[204].[He gave her leave, and faire EllènDown at his beds feet laye:]This done the nighte drove on apace,[205]135And when it was neare the daye,[205]Hee sayd, Rise up, my litle foot-page,Give my steede corne and haye;[206]And soe doe thou the good black oats,To carry mee better awaye.[207]140Up then rose the faire Ellèn[208]And gave his steede corne and hay:And soe shee did the good blacke oates,[209]To carry him the better away.[210]Shee leaned her backe to the manger side,[211]145And grievouslye did groane:[Shee leaned her back to the manger side,And there shee made her moane.]And that beheard his mother deere,Shee heard her there monand.[212]150Shee sayd, Rise up, thou Child Watèrs,I think thee a cursed man.[213]For in thy stable is a ghost,[214]That grievouslye doth grone.Or else some woman laboures of childe,155She is soe woe-begone.Up then rose Childe Waters soon,[215]And did on his shirte of silke;And then he put on his other clothes,[216]On his body as white as milke.160And when he came to the stable dore,Full still there hee did stand,[217]That hee mighte heare his fayre Ellèn,[218]Howe shee made her monànd[219].She sayd, Lullabye, mine owne deere child,[220]165Lullabye, dere child, dere:I wold thy father were a king,Thy mother layd on a biere.Peace now, hee said, good faire Ellèn.Be of good cheere, I praye;[221]170And the bridal and the churching bothShall bee upon one day.[222]

Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke white steedeTo him a fayre yonge ladye came[152]As ever ware womans weede.[153]

Sayes, Christ you save, good Childe Waters;5Sayes, Christ you save, and see:My girdle of gold that was too longe,[154]Is now too short for mee.

And all is with one chyld of yours,I feele sturre att my side;10My gowne of greene it is too straighte;Before, it was too wide.

If the child be mine, faire Ellen, he sayd,Be mine as you tell mee;Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,[155]15Take them your owne to bee.

If the childe be mine, faire Ellen, he sayd,Be mine, as you doe sweare:Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,And make that child your heyre.20

Shee saies, I had rather have one kisse,Child Waters, of thy mouth;Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,That lye by north and south.[156]

And I had rather have one twinkling,[157]25Childe Waters, of thine ee:[158]Then I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire bothTo take them mine owne to bee.

To morrow, Ellen, I must forth rydeFarr into the north countrie;[159]30The fairest lady that I can find,Ellen, must goe with mee.

[Thoughe I am not that lady fayre,Yet let me go with thee.]And ever I pray you, Child Watèrs,35Your foot-page let me bee.

If you will my foot-page be, Ellèn,As you doe tell to mee;[160]Then you must cut your gowne of greene,An inch above your knee:40

Soe must you doe your yellowe lockes,An inch above your ee:[161]You must tell no man what is my name;My foot-page then you shall bee.

Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode,[162]45Ran barefoote by his side;[163]Yett was he never so courteous a knighte,To say, Ellen, will you ryde?

Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode,[164]Ran barefoote thorow the broome;[165]50Yett hee was never soe curteous a knighte,To say, put on your shoone.[166]

Ride softlye, shee sayd, O Childe Waters,[167]Why doe you ryde soe fast?The childe, which is no mans but thine,[168]55My bodye itt will brast.[169]

Hee sayth, seest thou yonder water, Ellen,[170]That flows from banke to brimme.—I trust to God, O Child Waters,[171]You never will see[172]mee swimme.60

But when shee came to the waters side,Shee sayled to the chinne:Except the Lord of heaven be my speed,Now must I learne to swimme.

The salt waters bare up her clothes;[173]65Our Ladye bare upp her chinne:Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord,[174]To see faire Ellen swimme.

And when shee over the water was,Shee then came to his knee:70He said, Come hither, thou faire Ellèn,[175]Loe yonder what I see.

Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellèn?Of redd gold shines the yate:[176]Of twenty foure faire ladyes there,[177]75The fairest is my mate.[178]

Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellèn?Of redd gold shines the towre:[179]There are twenty four faire ladyes there,[180]The fairest is my paramoure.80

I see the hall now, Child Waters,[181]Of redd gold shines the yate:[182]God give you good now of yourselfe,[183]And of your worthye mate.[184]

I see the hall now, Child Waters,[181]85Of redd golde shines the towre:[182]God give you good now of yourselfe,[183]And of your paramoure.

There twenty four fayre ladyes were[185]A playing att the ball:[186]90And Ellen the fairest ladye there,[187]Must bring his steed to the stall.

There twenty four fayre ladyes were[188]A playinge at the chesse;[189]And Ellen the fayrest ladye there,[190]95Must bring his horse to gresse.[191]

And then bespake Childe Waters sister,These were the wordes said shee:[192]You have the prettyest foot-page, brother,That ever I saw with mine ee.[193]100

But that his bellye it is soe bigg,His girdle goes wonderous hie:And let him, I pray you, Childe Watèrs,[194]Goe into the chamber with mee.[195]

[It is not fit for a little foot-page,105That has run throughe mosse and myre,To go into the chamber with any ladye.That weares soe riche attyre.]

It is more meete for a litle foot-page,That has run throughe mosse and myre.110To take his supper upon his knee,And sitt downe by the kitchen fyer.[196]

But when they had supped every one,To bedd they tooke theyr waye:[197]He sayd, come hither, my little foot-page,115And hearken what I saye.[198]

Goe thee downe into yonder towne,[199]And low into the street;The fayrest ladye that thou can finde,Hyer her in mine armes to sleepe,120And take her up in thine armes twaine,[200]For filinge[201]of her feete.

Ellen is gone into the towne,And low into the streete:The fairest ladye that shee cold find,125Shee hyred in his armes to sleepe;And tooke her up in her armes twayne,[202]For filing of her feete.

I praye you nowe, good Childe Watèrs,Let mee lye at your bedds feete:[203]130For there is noe place about this house,Where I may 'saye a slepe[204].

[He gave her leave, and faire EllènDown at his beds feet laye:]This done the nighte drove on apace,[205]135And when it was neare the daye,[205]

Hee sayd, Rise up, my litle foot-page,Give my steede corne and haye;[206]And soe doe thou the good black oats,To carry mee better awaye.[207]140

Up then rose the faire Ellèn[208]And gave his steede corne and hay:And soe shee did the good blacke oates,[209]To carry him the better away.[210]

Shee leaned her backe to the manger side,[211]145And grievouslye did groane:[Shee leaned her back to the manger side,And there shee made her moane.]

And that beheard his mother deere,Shee heard her there monand.[212]150Shee sayd, Rise up, thou Child Watèrs,I think thee a cursed man.[213]

For in thy stable is a ghost,[214]That grievouslye doth grone.Or else some woman laboures of childe,155She is soe woe-begone.

Up then rose Childe Waters soon,[215]And did on his shirte of silke;And then he put on his other clothes,[216]On his body as white as milke.160

And when he came to the stable dore,Full still there hee did stand,[217]That hee mighte heare his fayre Ellèn,[218]Howe shee made her monànd[219].

She sayd, Lullabye, mine owne deere child,[220]165Lullabye, dere child, dere:I wold thy father were a king,Thy mother layd on a biere.

Peace now, hee said, good faire Ellèn.Be of good cheere, I praye;[221]170And the bridal and the churching bothShall bee upon one day.[222]

FOOTNOTES:[152][Ver. 3. to him came, MS.][153][V. 4. as ere did weare, MS.][154][V. 7. which was. MS.][155]V. 15. then not in MS.[156][V. 24. that lyes.][157][V. 25. have a.][158][V. 26. of your eye.][159][V. 30. soe ffarr.][160][V. 38. tell itt mee.][161][V. 42. another inch above your eye. MS.][162][Ver. 45. all this long.Sheenot in MS.][163][V. 46. shee ran.][164][V. 49. but all this day.][165][V. 50. shee ran.][166][V. 52. as to say.][167][V. 53.Onot in MS.][168][V. 55. but yours.][169][V. 56. burst.][170][V. 57. he sayes, sees.][171][V. 59. Child Waters, shee said.][172]i.e.permit, suffer, &c.[173][V. 65. Ellen's clothes.][174][V. 67. and Child Waters.][175][V. 71.thounot in MS.][176][Ver. 74. shine the yates. MS.][177][V. 75. theres 24 ffayre ladyes.][178][V. 76. the ffairest is my worldlye make.][179][V. 78. Shineth.][180][V. 79. there is 24 ffaire ladyes.][181][V. 81, 85. I doe see.][182][V. 82, 86. that of redd gold shineth the yates.][183][V. 83, 87. God give good then.][184][V. 84. worldlye make.][185][V. 89. there were 24 ladyes.][186][V. 90. were playing.][187][V. 91. Ellen was the fairest ladye.][188][V. 93. there were.][189][V. 94. was playing.][190][V. 95. shee was the ffairest ladye.][191][V. 96. grasse.][192][V. 98. and these.][193][V. 100. eye. MS.][194][Ver. 103. and ever I pray. MS.][195][V. 104. let him goe.][196][After V. 112 the two linesthen goe into the chamber with any ladyethat weares soe ... attyreoccur in the MS.][197][V. 114. they waye.][198][V. 116. hearken what I doe say.][199][V. 117. and goe thy.][200][V. 121. armes 2. MS.][201]i.e.defiling. See Warton'sObserv.vol. ii. p. 158.[202][V. 127. and tooke her in her armes 2.][203][V. 130. that I may creape in att.][204]Ver. 132.i.e.essay, attempt[205][V. 135-6.this and itt drove now afterwardtill itt was neere the day.][206][V. 138. and give.][207][V. 140. that he may carry me the better away.][208][V. 141. and up then rose the.][209][V. 143. did on.][210][V. 144. that he might carry him.][211][V. 145. she layned.][212][V. 150. and heard her make her moane.][213][V. 152. I think thou art a. MS.][214][Ver. 153. for yonder is a ghost in thy stable.][215][V. 157. but up then rose Childe Waters.][216][V. 159.andnot in MS.][217][V. 162. full still that.][218][V. 163. heare now faire.][219]sicin MS.,i.e.moaning, bemoaning, &c.[220][V. 165. my owne.][221][V. 170. and be of good cheere I thee pray.][222][V. 172. they shall, MS.]

[152][Ver. 3. to him came, MS.]

[153][V. 4. as ere did weare, MS.]

[154][V. 7. which was. MS.]

[155]V. 15. then not in MS.

[156][V. 24. that lyes.]

[157][V. 25. have a.]

[158][V. 26. of your eye.]

[159][V. 30. soe ffarr.]

[160][V. 38. tell itt mee.]

[161][V. 42. another inch above your eye. MS.]

[162][Ver. 45. all this long.Sheenot in MS.]

[163][V. 46. shee ran.]

[164][V. 49. but all this day.]

[165][V. 50. shee ran.]

[166][V. 52. as to say.]

[167][V. 53.Onot in MS.]

[168][V. 55. but yours.]

[169][V. 56. burst.]

[170][V. 57. he sayes, sees.]

[171][V. 59. Child Waters, shee said.]

[172]i.e.permit, suffer, &c.

[173][V. 65. Ellen's clothes.]

[174][V. 67. and Child Waters.]

[175][V. 71.thounot in MS.]

[176][Ver. 74. shine the yates. MS.]

[177][V. 75. theres 24 ffayre ladyes.]

[178][V. 76. the ffairest is my worldlye make.]

[179][V. 78. Shineth.]

[180][V. 79. there is 24 ffaire ladyes.]

[181][V. 81, 85. I doe see.]

[182][V. 82, 86. that of redd gold shineth the yates.]

[183][V. 83, 87. God give good then.]

[184][V. 84. worldlye make.]

[185][V. 89. there were 24 ladyes.]

[186][V. 90. were playing.]

[187][V. 91. Ellen was the fairest ladye.]

[188][V. 93. there were.]

[189][V. 94. was playing.]

[190][V. 95. shee was the ffairest ladye.]

[191][V. 96. grasse.]

[192][V. 98. and these.]

[193][V. 100. eye. MS.]

[194][Ver. 103. and ever I pray. MS.]

[195][V. 104. let him goe.]

[196][After V. 112 the two linesthen goe into the chamber with any ladyethat weares soe ... attyreoccur in the MS.]

[196][After V. 112 the two lines

then goe into the chamber with any ladyethat weares soe ... attyre

occur in the MS.]

[197][V. 114. they waye.]

[198][V. 116. hearken what I doe say.]

[199][V. 117. and goe thy.]

[200][V. 121. armes 2. MS.]

[201]i.e.defiling. See Warton'sObserv.vol. ii. p. 158.

[202][V. 127. and tooke her in her armes 2.]

[203][V. 130. that I may creape in att.]

[204]Ver. 132.i.e.essay, attempt

[205][V. 135-6.this and itt drove now afterwardtill itt was neere the day.]

[205][V. 135-6.

this and itt drove now afterwardtill itt was neere the day.]

[206][V. 138. and give.]

[207][V. 140. that he may carry me the better away.]

[208][V. 141. and up then rose the.]

[209][V. 143. did on.]

[210][V. 144. that he might carry him.]

[211][V. 145. she layned.]

[212][V. 150. and heard her make her moane.]

[213][V. 152. I think thou art a. MS.]

[214][Ver. 153. for yonder is a ghost in thy stable.]

[215][V. 157. but up then rose Childe Waters.]

[216][V. 159.andnot in MS.]

[217][V. 162. full still that.]

[218][V. 163. heare now faire.]

[219]sicin MS.,i.e.moaning, bemoaning, &c.

[220][V. 165. my owne.]

[221][V. 170. and be of good cheere I thee pray.]

[222][V. 172. they shall, MS.]

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