The Crafty Maid's Policy
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THE CRAFTY MAID'S POLICY Come listen awhile and I'll sing you a song Of three merry gentlemen riding along. They met a fair maid, unto her did say, “We'll afraid this cold morning we'll do you some harm.” “Oh no, kind sir,“ said the maid, “You're mistaken To think this cold morning will do me some harm. There's one thing I crave that lies twixt your legs; If you give me that, it will keep me warm.” “Then since you do crave it, my dear, you shall have it, If you'll come with me to yonder green tree. Then since you do crave it, my dear, you shall have it, I'll make these two gentlemen witness to be.” So the gentlemen lighted and straightway she mounted, And looking the gentlemen hard in the face, Saying, “You knew not my meaning, you wrong understood me.” And along she went galloping down the long lane. “Oh gentlemen, lend me one of your horses, That I may ride after her down the long lane. If I overtake her, I'll warrant I'll make her Return unto me my own horse again.” But soon as this fair maid she saw him a-coming, She instantly then took a pistol in hand, Saying, “Doubt not my skill but you I would kill, I'll have you stand back or you were a dead man.” “Oh, why do you spend your time here in talking? Oh, why do you spend your time here in vain? Come give her a guinea it's what she deserves And I'll warrant they'll give you your horse back again.” “Oh no, kind sir, you're vastly mistaken, If it is his loss, well, it is my gain. And your were a witness that he give it to me.“ And away she went galloping over the plain. | SWEET LOVELY JOAN My story to you I will relate Concerning of a pretty maid; Concerning of sweet lovely Joan As she sat milking all alone. A noble knight he rode with speed; All mounted on his milk-white steed; He rode, he rode, himself alone, Until he came to lovely Joan. Good morning to you, my pretty maid O twice good morning, sir, she said. What! are you milking all alone? O yes! replied sweet lovely Joan. Then out he pull'd his purse of gold. And said Fair maid do this behold! All this I'll give if me you'll wed, Her cheeks they blush'd like roses red. O noble knight, I pray you forbear, I cannot marry you, I swear For on tomorrow I'm to wed My own, my own true love instead. Twas then he made her a solemn vow, He'd wed her if she would or no; But this he said to frighten Joan, As she sat milking all alone. Give me the gold, into my hand, And I will be at your command; For that will be more good to me Than twenty husbands, sir, said she. As he was looking across the mead, She mounted on his milk-white steed. He called, he called, 'twas all in vain. She never once looked back again. She did not feel that she was safe Until she reached her true love's gate. She'd robb'd him of his steed and gold And left him an empty purse to hold. It pleased her lover to the heart To think how well she'd played her part: Tomorrow morning we'll be wed, And I will be the knight instead. |