THE CHILD OF ELLE
Onyonder hill a castle stands,With walls and towers bedight,And yonder lives the Child of Elle,A young and comely Knight.The Child of Elle to his garden went,And stood at his garden pale,When, lo! he beheld Fair Emmeline’s pageCome tripping down the dale.The Child of Elle he hied him thenceY-wis he stood not still,And soon he met Fair Emmeline’s pageCome climbing up the hill.“Now Christ thee save, thou little foot-page!Now Christ thee save and see!Oh! tell me how does thy Lady gay,And what may thy tidings be?”“My Lady, she is all woe-begone,And the tears they fall from her eyne;And aye she laments the deadly feudBetween her house and thine.“And here she sends thee a silken scarf,Bedewed with many a tear,And bids thee sometimes think on her,Who loved thee so dear.“And here she sends thee a ring of gold,The last boon thou mayst have,And bids thee wear it for her sake,When she is laid in grave.“For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,And in grave soon must she be,Sith her father hath chose her a new, new love,And forbid her to think of thee.“Her father hath brought her a carlish Knight,Sir John of the North Countraye,And within three days she must him wed,Or he vows he will her slay.”“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,And greet thy Lady from me,And tell her that I, her own true love,Will die or set her free.“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,And let thy fair Lady know,This night will I be at her bower-windowBetide me weal or woe!”The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,He neither stint nor stayedUntil he came to Fair Emmeline’s bower,When kneeling down he said:—“O Lady, I’ve been with thy own true love,And he greets thee well by me;This night will he be at thy bower-window,And die or set thee free.”
Onyonder hill a castle stands,With walls and towers bedight,And yonder lives the Child of Elle,A young and comely Knight.The Child of Elle to his garden went,And stood at his garden pale,When, lo! he beheld Fair Emmeline’s pageCome tripping down the dale.The Child of Elle he hied him thenceY-wis he stood not still,And soon he met Fair Emmeline’s pageCome climbing up the hill.“Now Christ thee save, thou little foot-page!Now Christ thee save and see!Oh! tell me how does thy Lady gay,And what may thy tidings be?”“My Lady, she is all woe-begone,And the tears they fall from her eyne;And aye she laments the deadly feudBetween her house and thine.“And here she sends thee a silken scarf,Bedewed with many a tear,And bids thee sometimes think on her,Who loved thee so dear.“And here she sends thee a ring of gold,The last boon thou mayst have,And bids thee wear it for her sake,When she is laid in grave.“For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,And in grave soon must she be,Sith her father hath chose her a new, new love,And forbid her to think of thee.“Her father hath brought her a carlish Knight,Sir John of the North Countraye,And within three days she must him wed,Or he vows he will her slay.”“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,And greet thy Lady from me,And tell her that I, her own true love,Will die or set her free.“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,And let thy fair Lady know,This night will I be at her bower-windowBetide me weal or woe!”The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,He neither stint nor stayedUntil he came to Fair Emmeline’s bower,When kneeling down he said:—“O Lady, I’ve been with thy own true love,And he greets thee well by me;This night will he be at thy bower-window,And die or set thee free.”
Onyonder hill a castle stands,With walls and towers bedight,And yonder lives the Child of Elle,A young and comely Knight.
Onyonder hill a castle stands,
With walls and towers bedight,
And yonder lives the Child of Elle,
A young and comely Knight.
The Child of Elle to his garden went,And stood at his garden pale,When, lo! he beheld Fair Emmeline’s pageCome tripping down the dale.
The Child of Elle to his garden went,
And stood at his garden pale,
When, lo! he beheld Fair Emmeline’s page
Come tripping down the dale.
The Child of Elle he hied him thenceY-wis he stood not still,And soon he met Fair Emmeline’s pageCome climbing up the hill.
The Child of Elle he hied him thence
Y-wis he stood not still,
And soon he met Fair Emmeline’s page
Come climbing up the hill.
“Now Christ thee save, thou little foot-page!Now Christ thee save and see!Oh! tell me how does thy Lady gay,And what may thy tidings be?”
“Now Christ thee save, thou little foot-page!
Now Christ thee save and see!
Oh! tell me how does thy Lady gay,
And what may thy tidings be?”
“My Lady, she is all woe-begone,And the tears they fall from her eyne;And aye she laments the deadly feudBetween her house and thine.
“My Lady, she is all woe-begone,
And the tears they fall from her eyne;
And aye she laments the deadly feud
Between her house and thine.
“And here she sends thee a silken scarf,Bedewed with many a tear,And bids thee sometimes think on her,Who loved thee so dear.
“And here she sends thee a silken scarf,
Bedewed with many a tear,
And bids thee sometimes think on her,
Who loved thee so dear.
“And here she sends thee a ring of gold,The last boon thou mayst have,And bids thee wear it for her sake,When she is laid in grave.
“And here she sends thee a ring of gold,
The last boon thou mayst have,
And bids thee wear it for her sake,
When she is laid in grave.
“For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,And in grave soon must she be,Sith her father hath chose her a new, new love,And forbid her to think of thee.
“For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,
And in grave soon must she be,
Sith her father hath chose her a new, new love,
And forbid her to think of thee.
“Her father hath brought her a carlish Knight,Sir John of the North Countraye,And within three days she must him wed,Or he vows he will her slay.”
“Her father hath brought her a carlish Knight,
Sir John of the North Countraye,
And within three days she must him wed,
Or he vows he will her slay.”
“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,And greet thy Lady from me,And tell her that I, her own true love,Will die or set her free.
“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,
And greet thy Lady from me,
And tell her that I, her own true love,
Will die or set her free.
“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,And let thy fair Lady know,This night will I be at her bower-windowBetide me weal or woe!”
“Now, hie thee back, thou little foot-page,
And let thy fair Lady know,
This night will I be at her bower-window
Betide me weal or woe!”
The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,He neither stint nor stayedUntil he came to Fair Emmeline’s bower,When kneeling down he said:—
The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,
He neither stint nor stayed
Until he came to Fair Emmeline’s bower,
When kneeling down he said:—
“O Lady, I’ve been with thy own true love,And he greets thee well by me;This night will he be at thy bower-window,And die or set thee free.”
“O Lady, I’ve been with thy own true love,
And he greets thee well by me;
This night will he be at thy bower-window,
And die or set thee free.”
Nowday was gone, and night was come,And all were fast asleep,All save the Lady Emmeline,Who sate in her bower to weep:And soon she heard her true love’s voiceLow whispering at the wall,“Awake! awake! my dear Lady,’Tis I, thy true love call.“Awake! awake! my Lady dear,Come, mount this fair palfray;This ladder of ropes will let thee down,I’ll carry thee hence away.”“Now nay, now nay, thou gentle Knight,Now nay, this may not be,For aye should I tint my maiden fame,If alone I should wend with thee.”“O Lady, thou with a Knight so true,Mayst safely wend alone;To my lady-mother I will thee bring,Where marriage shall make us one.”“My father he is a Baron bold,Of lineage proud and high;And what would he say, if his daughterAway with a Knight should fly?“Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,Nor his meat should do him no good,Till he had slain thee, Child of Elle,And seen thy dear heart’s blood!”.“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,And a little space him fro,I would not care for thy cruel father,Nor the worst that he could do.“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,And once without this wall,I would not care for thy cruel father,Nor the worst that might befall.”Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And aye her heart was woe:At length he seized her lily-white hand,And down the ladder he drew.And thrice he clasped her to his breast,And kissed her tenderly,The tears that fell from her fair eyes,Ran like the fountain free.He mounted himself on his steed so tall,And her on a fair palfray,And slung his bugle about his neck,And roundly they rode away.All this beheard her own damsel,In her bed whereas she lay,Quoth she, “My Lord shall know of this,So I shall have gold and fee!”“Awake! awake! thou Baron bold!Awake! my noble Dame!Your daughter is fled with the Child of ElleTo do the deed of shame!”The Baron he woke, the Baron he rose,And called his merry men all:“And come thou forth, Sir John the Knight,The Lady is carried to thrall!”
Nowday was gone, and night was come,And all were fast asleep,All save the Lady Emmeline,Who sate in her bower to weep:And soon she heard her true love’s voiceLow whispering at the wall,“Awake! awake! my dear Lady,’Tis I, thy true love call.“Awake! awake! my Lady dear,Come, mount this fair palfray;This ladder of ropes will let thee down,I’ll carry thee hence away.”“Now nay, now nay, thou gentle Knight,Now nay, this may not be,For aye should I tint my maiden fame,If alone I should wend with thee.”“O Lady, thou with a Knight so true,Mayst safely wend alone;To my lady-mother I will thee bring,Where marriage shall make us one.”“My father he is a Baron bold,Of lineage proud and high;And what would he say, if his daughterAway with a Knight should fly?“Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,Nor his meat should do him no good,Till he had slain thee, Child of Elle,And seen thy dear heart’s blood!”.“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,And a little space him fro,I would not care for thy cruel father,Nor the worst that he could do.“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,And once without this wall,I would not care for thy cruel father,Nor the worst that might befall.”Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And aye her heart was woe:At length he seized her lily-white hand,And down the ladder he drew.And thrice he clasped her to his breast,And kissed her tenderly,The tears that fell from her fair eyes,Ran like the fountain free.He mounted himself on his steed so tall,And her on a fair palfray,And slung his bugle about his neck,And roundly they rode away.All this beheard her own damsel,In her bed whereas she lay,Quoth she, “My Lord shall know of this,So I shall have gold and fee!”“Awake! awake! thou Baron bold!Awake! my noble Dame!Your daughter is fled with the Child of ElleTo do the deed of shame!”The Baron he woke, the Baron he rose,And called his merry men all:“And come thou forth, Sir John the Knight,The Lady is carried to thrall!”
Nowday was gone, and night was come,And all were fast asleep,All save the Lady Emmeline,Who sate in her bower to weep:
Nowday was gone, and night was come,
And all were fast asleep,
All save the Lady Emmeline,
Who sate in her bower to weep:
And soon she heard her true love’s voiceLow whispering at the wall,“Awake! awake! my dear Lady,’Tis I, thy true love call.
And soon she heard her true love’s voice
Low whispering at the wall,
“Awake! awake! my dear Lady,
’Tis I, thy true love call.
“Awake! awake! my Lady dear,Come, mount this fair palfray;This ladder of ropes will let thee down,I’ll carry thee hence away.”
“Awake! awake! my Lady dear,
Come, mount this fair palfray;
This ladder of ropes will let thee down,
I’ll carry thee hence away.”
“Now nay, now nay, thou gentle Knight,Now nay, this may not be,For aye should I tint my maiden fame,If alone I should wend with thee.”
“Now nay, now nay, thou gentle Knight,
Now nay, this may not be,
For aye should I tint my maiden fame,
If alone I should wend with thee.”
“O Lady, thou with a Knight so true,Mayst safely wend alone;To my lady-mother I will thee bring,Where marriage shall make us one.”
“O Lady, thou with a Knight so true,
Mayst safely wend alone;
To my lady-mother I will thee bring,
Where marriage shall make us one.”
“My father he is a Baron bold,Of lineage proud and high;And what would he say, if his daughterAway with a Knight should fly?
“My father he is a Baron bold,
Of lineage proud and high;
And what would he say, if his daughter
Away with a Knight should fly?
“Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,Nor his meat should do him no good,Till he had slain thee, Child of Elle,And seen thy dear heart’s blood!”.
“Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,
Nor his meat should do him no good,
Till he had slain thee, Child of Elle,
And seen thy dear heart’s blood!”.
“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,And a little space him fro,I would not care for thy cruel father,Nor the worst that he could do.
“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,
And a little space him fro,
I would not care for thy cruel father,
Nor the worst that he could do.
“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,And once without this wall,I would not care for thy cruel father,Nor the worst that might befall.”
“O Lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,
And once without this wall,
I would not care for thy cruel father,
Nor the worst that might befall.”
Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And aye her heart was woe:At length he seized her lily-white hand,And down the ladder he drew.
Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,
And aye her heart was woe:
At length he seized her lily-white hand,
And down the ladder he drew.
And thrice he clasped her to his breast,And kissed her tenderly,The tears that fell from her fair eyes,Ran like the fountain free.
And thrice he clasped her to his breast,
And kissed her tenderly,
The tears that fell from her fair eyes,
Ran like the fountain free.
He mounted himself on his steed so tall,And her on a fair palfray,And slung his bugle about his neck,And roundly they rode away.
He mounted himself on his steed so tall,
And her on a fair palfray,
And slung his bugle about his neck,
And roundly they rode away.
All this beheard her own damsel,In her bed whereas she lay,Quoth she, “My Lord shall know of this,So I shall have gold and fee!”
All this beheard her own damsel,
In her bed whereas she lay,
Quoth she, “My Lord shall know of this,
So I shall have gold and fee!”
“Awake! awake! thou Baron bold!Awake! my noble Dame!Your daughter is fled with the Child of ElleTo do the deed of shame!”
“Awake! awake! thou Baron bold!
Awake! my noble Dame!
Your daughter is fled with the Child of Elle
To do the deed of shame!”
The Baron he woke, the Baron he rose,And called his merry men all:“And come thou forth, Sir John the Knight,The Lady is carried to thrall!”
The Baron he woke, the Baron he rose,
And called his merry men all:
“And come thou forth, Sir John the Knight,
The Lady is carried to thrall!”
Fair Emmelinescant had ridden a mile,A mile forth of the town,When she was aware of her father’s menCome galloping over the down.And foremost came the carlish Knight,Sir John of the North Countraye,“Now stop! now stop! thou false traitor,Nor carry that Lady away!“For she is come of high lineage,And was of a Lady born,And ill it beseems thee, a false churl’s son,To carry her hence to scorn!”“Now loud thou liest, Sir John the Knight,Now thou dost lie of me,My father’s a Knight, a Lady me bore,So never did none by thee!“But light now down, my Lady fair,Light down, and hold my steed;While I and this discourteous KnightDo try this arduous deed.“But light now down, my dear Lady,Light down, and hold my horse;While I and this discourteous KnightDo try our valour’s force.”Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And aye her heart was woe,While twixt her love and the carlish KnightPassed many a baleful blow.The Child of Elle, he fought so well,As his weapon he waved amain,That soon he had slain the carlish Knight,And laid him upon the plain.And now the Baron and all his menFull fast approached nigh:Ah! what may Lady Emmeline do?’Twere now no boot to fly!Her lover, he put his horn to his mouth,And blew both loud and shrill,And soon he saw his own merry menCome riding over the hill.“Now hold thy hand, thou bold Baron,I pray thee, hold thy hand,Nor ruthless rend two gentle heartsFast knit in true love’s band.“Thy daughter I have dearly loved,Full long and many a day;But with such love as holy KirkHath freely said we may.“Oh! give consent she may be mine,And bless a faithful pair;My lands and livings are not small,My house and lineage fair.“My mother she was an Earl’s daughter,And a noble Knight my sire—”The Baron he frowned, and turned awayWith mickle dole and ire.Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And did all trembling stand;At length she sprang upon her knee,And held his lifted hand.“Pardon, my Lord and Father dear,This fair young Knight and me!Trust me, but for the carlish Knight,I never had fled from thee.“Oft have you called your Emmeline,Your darling and your joy;Oh! let not then your harsh resolvesYour Emmeline destroy.”The Baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,And turned his head asideTo wipe away the starting tear,He proudly strave to hide.In deep revolving thought he stood,And mused a little space:Then raised Fair Emmeline from the ground,With many a fond embrace.“Here, take her, Child of Elle,” he saidAnd gave her lily hand:“Here, take my dear and only child,And with her half my land.“Thy father once mine honour wrongedIn days of youthful pride;Do thou the injury repairIn fondness for thy bride.“And as thou love her, and hold her dear,Heaven prosper thee and thine;And now my blessing wend wi’ thee,My lovely Emmeline.”
Fair Emmelinescant had ridden a mile,A mile forth of the town,When she was aware of her father’s menCome galloping over the down.And foremost came the carlish Knight,Sir John of the North Countraye,“Now stop! now stop! thou false traitor,Nor carry that Lady away!“For she is come of high lineage,And was of a Lady born,And ill it beseems thee, a false churl’s son,To carry her hence to scorn!”“Now loud thou liest, Sir John the Knight,Now thou dost lie of me,My father’s a Knight, a Lady me bore,So never did none by thee!“But light now down, my Lady fair,Light down, and hold my steed;While I and this discourteous KnightDo try this arduous deed.“But light now down, my dear Lady,Light down, and hold my horse;While I and this discourteous KnightDo try our valour’s force.”Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And aye her heart was woe,While twixt her love and the carlish KnightPassed many a baleful blow.The Child of Elle, he fought so well,As his weapon he waved amain,That soon he had slain the carlish Knight,And laid him upon the plain.And now the Baron and all his menFull fast approached nigh:Ah! what may Lady Emmeline do?’Twere now no boot to fly!Her lover, he put his horn to his mouth,And blew both loud and shrill,And soon he saw his own merry menCome riding over the hill.“Now hold thy hand, thou bold Baron,I pray thee, hold thy hand,Nor ruthless rend two gentle heartsFast knit in true love’s band.“Thy daughter I have dearly loved,Full long and many a day;But with such love as holy KirkHath freely said we may.“Oh! give consent she may be mine,And bless a faithful pair;My lands and livings are not small,My house and lineage fair.“My mother she was an Earl’s daughter,And a noble Knight my sire—”The Baron he frowned, and turned awayWith mickle dole and ire.Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And did all trembling stand;At length she sprang upon her knee,And held his lifted hand.“Pardon, my Lord and Father dear,This fair young Knight and me!Trust me, but for the carlish Knight,I never had fled from thee.“Oft have you called your Emmeline,Your darling and your joy;Oh! let not then your harsh resolvesYour Emmeline destroy.”The Baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,And turned his head asideTo wipe away the starting tear,He proudly strave to hide.In deep revolving thought he stood,And mused a little space:Then raised Fair Emmeline from the ground,With many a fond embrace.“Here, take her, Child of Elle,” he saidAnd gave her lily hand:“Here, take my dear and only child,And with her half my land.“Thy father once mine honour wrongedIn days of youthful pride;Do thou the injury repairIn fondness for thy bride.“And as thou love her, and hold her dear,Heaven prosper thee and thine;And now my blessing wend wi’ thee,My lovely Emmeline.”
Fair Emmelinescant had ridden a mile,A mile forth of the town,When she was aware of her father’s menCome galloping over the down.
Fair Emmelinescant had ridden a mile,
A mile forth of the town,
When she was aware of her father’s men
Come galloping over the down.
And foremost came the carlish Knight,Sir John of the North Countraye,“Now stop! now stop! thou false traitor,Nor carry that Lady away!
And foremost came the carlish Knight,
Sir John of the North Countraye,
“Now stop! now stop! thou false traitor,
Nor carry that Lady away!
“For she is come of high lineage,And was of a Lady born,And ill it beseems thee, a false churl’s son,To carry her hence to scorn!”
“For she is come of high lineage,
And was of a Lady born,
And ill it beseems thee, a false churl’s son,
To carry her hence to scorn!”
“Now loud thou liest, Sir John the Knight,Now thou dost lie of me,My father’s a Knight, a Lady me bore,So never did none by thee!
“Now loud thou liest, Sir John the Knight,
Now thou dost lie of me,
My father’s a Knight, a Lady me bore,
So never did none by thee!
“But light now down, my Lady fair,Light down, and hold my steed;While I and this discourteous KnightDo try this arduous deed.
“But light now down, my Lady fair,
Light down, and hold my steed;
While I and this discourteous Knight
Do try this arduous deed.
“But light now down, my dear Lady,Light down, and hold my horse;While I and this discourteous KnightDo try our valour’s force.”
“But light now down, my dear Lady,
Light down, and hold my horse;
While I and this discourteous Knight
Do try our valour’s force.”
Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And aye her heart was woe,While twixt her love and the carlish KnightPassed many a baleful blow.
Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,
And aye her heart was woe,
While twixt her love and the carlish Knight
Passed many a baleful blow.
The Child of Elle, he fought so well,As his weapon he waved amain,That soon he had slain the carlish Knight,And laid him upon the plain.
The Child of Elle, he fought so well,
As his weapon he waved amain,
That soon he had slain the carlish Knight,
And laid him upon the plain.
And now the Baron and all his menFull fast approached nigh:Ah! what may Lady Emmeline do?’Twere now no boot to fly!
And now the Baron and all his men
Full fast approached nigh:
Ah! what may Lady Emmeline do?
’Twere now no boot to fly!
Her lover, he put his horn to his mouth,And blew both loud and shrill,And soon he saw his own merry menCome riding over the hill.
Her lover, he put his horn to his mouth,
And blew both loud and shrill,
And soon he saw his own merry men
Come riding over the hill.
“Now hold thy hand, thou bold Baron,I pray thee, hold thy hand,Nor ruthless rend two gentle heartsFast knit in true love’s band.
“Now hold thy hand, thou bold Baron,
I pray thee, hold thy hand,
Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts
Fast knit in true love’s band.
“Thy daughter I have dearly loved,Full long and many a day;But with such love as holy KirkHath freely said we may.
“Thy daughter I have dearly loved,
Full long and many a day;
But with such love as holy Kirk
Hath freely said we may.
“Oh! give consent she may be mine,And bless a faithful pair;My lands and livings are not small,My house and lineage fair.
“Oh! give consent she may be mine,
And bless a faithful pair;
My lands and livings are not small,
My house and lineage fair.
“My mother she was an Earl’s daughter,And a noble Knight my sire—”The Baron he frowned, and turned awayWith mickle dole and ire.
“My mother she was an Earl’s daughter,
And a noble Knight my sire—”
The Baron he frowned, and turned away
With mickle dole and ire.
Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,And did all trembling stand;At length she sprang upon her knee,And held his lifted hand.
Fair Emmeline sighed, Fair Emmeline wept,
And did all trembling stand;
At length she sprang upon her knee,
And held his lifted hand.
“Pardon, my Lord and Father dear,This fair young Knight and me!Trust me, but for the carlish Knight,I never had fled from thee.
“Pardon, my Lord and Father dear,
This fair young Knight and me!
Trust me, but for the carlish Knight,
I never had fled from thee.
“Oft have you called your Emmeline,Your darling and your joy;Oh! let not then your harsh resolvesYour Emmeline destroy.”
“Oft have you called your Emmeline,
Your darling and your joy;
Oh! let not then your harsh resolves
Your Emmeline destroy.”
The Baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,And turned his head asideTo wipe away the starting tear,He proudly strave to hide.
The Baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,
And turned his head aside
To wipe away the starting tear,
He proudly strave to hide.
In deep revolving thought he stood,And mused a little space:Then raised Fair Emmeline from the ground,With many a fond embrace.
In deep revolving thought he stood,
And mused a little space:
Then raised Fair Emmeline from the ground,
With many a fond embrace.
“Here, take her, Child of Elle,” he saidAnd gave her lily hand:“Here, take my dear and only child,And with her half my land.
“Here, take her, Child of Elle,” he said
And gave her lily hand:
“Here, take my dear and only child,
And with her half my land.
“Thy father once mine honour wrongedIn days of youthful pride;Do thou the injury repairIn fondness for thy bride.
“Thy father once mine honour wronged
In days of youthful pride;
Do thou the injury repair
In fondness for thy bride.
“And as thou love her, and hold her dear,Heaven prosper thee and thine;And now my blessing wend wi’ thee,My lovely Emmeline.”
“And as thou love her, and hold her dear,
Heaven prosper thee and thine;
And now my blessing wend wi’ thee,
My lovely Emmeline.”
Attributed in part to Bishop Percy(In modern spelling)