"Ah! well I wot, he never would rest, KNIGHT." O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette, I would not care for thy cruel father, 66 Nor the worst that he could doe. "O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette, I would not care for thy cruel father, Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept, At length he seized her lily-white hand, And thrice he clasped her to his breaste, The tears that fell from her fair eyes He mounted himself, on his stede so talle, And slung his bugle about his necke, All this beheard her owne damselle, In her bed whereas shee ley; Quoth shee, "My Lord shall knowe of this, So I shall have golde and fee. Awake, awake, thou baron bold! Awake, my noble dame! Your daughter is fledde with the Child of Elle, The baron he woke, the baron he rose, Fair Emmeline scant had ridden a mile, When she was aware of her father's men And foremost came the carlish knighte, "For she is come of hye lineage, And was of a ladye borne; And it ill beseems thee-a false churl's sonne, To carry her hence to scorne." "Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knighte, Nowe thou dost lye of me; A knighte me bred, and a ladye me bore, "But light nowe downe, my ladye faire, "But light nowe downe, my deare ladye, Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept, While 'twixt her love and the carlish knighte The Child of Elle he fought so well And nowe the baron and all his men Ah, what may lady Emmeline doe? Her lover he put his horne to his mouth, And soone he sawe his owne merry men "Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold baron, "Thy daughter I have dearly loved, "O give consent shee may be mine, "My mother she was an earl's daughter, The baron he frown'd and turn'd away Fair Emmeline sigh'd, fair Emmeline wept, At length she sprang upon her knee, "Pardon, my lorde and father deare, "Oft have you call'd your Emmeline O! let not, then, your harsh resolves The baron he stroakt his dark-brown cheeke, And turned his head asyde, To wipe away the starting teare, He proudely strave to hyde. In deep revolving thought he stoode, Then raised fair Emmeline from the grounde, With many a fond embrace. "Here, take her, Child of Elle," he sayd, And gave her lillye white hand;"Here, take my deare and only child, And with her half my land. "Thy father once mine honour wrong'd, In days of youthful pride Do thou the injurye repayre, In fondness for thy bride: "And as thou love her, and hold her deare, And now my blessing wend wi' thee! OLD BALLAD. JOHN GILPIN. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear- 66 These twice ten tedious years, yet we "To-morrow is our wedding day, "My sister and my sister's child, He soon replied-"I do admire "I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the Callender Will lend his horse to go." Quoth Mrs. Gilpin "That's well said; We will be furnish'd with our own, C |