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THE WANDERING MAYDE,

IN TWO PARTS.

PART THE FIRST.

T was by a baron's caftle gaye

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A wand'ring mayde dyd rove;

For manye a myle had she tooke her waye,

In fearche of her true love:

For manye a myle, both day and nighte,
Despayring dyd shee rove;

Nor blefte the lighte that chear'd her syghte,
For fhee had lofte her love.

Shee fat her downe by the moate foe wyde,
And her teares began to flowe;
She fat her downe, and fad fhee figh'd,
Oercome with toile and woe:

"But altho' I fhed full manye a teare,
"And altho' I fet and fighe,

"Yet ever I'll love thee, youth foe deare, "And for thee will I dye,"

And nowe oer the hie drawbridge came neare

A minstrel blithe and gaye;

"fweete mayden, her

"And why,” hee cry'd,
"Dofle thou defpayring laye?

"For the welkin rounde is blacke with rayne,
"And the water's alle foe colde,

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E'en hardye cattle, that graze the playne,
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"Alas!" fhee cry'd, "I've loft my love, "And I've foughte hym farre and neare: "Sweete minstrel, hafte thou feene hym rove, "The youthe whom I love fo deare? "Faire mayde, thy love howe shoulde I knowe "From other youths I fee?

"Oh by hys lockes foe fayre that flowe, "And hys mien fo blighte of blee.

"Hys face is fraughte with beautye's fmyle,
"The rofe and lillyes there;
"Hys voice like mufick can beguile
"The wrinkled brow of care:
"Alas! it was that face that fmil'd,

"That broughte my heart to woc;
"That musicke voyce that mee beguil'd,
"And made my teares to flowe.

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Neare thefe hie tow'rs, foe fayre to view,
"I'm tolde the youthe hath beene;
"Then telle mee, minstrel, tell mee true,
"Haft thou my true love feene?
"Noe, mayde, thy love I have not seene,
"By day nor yet by nighte;

"Alas! how harde that hearte, I weene,
"That coulde fuch beautye flighte!

"But, lovely mayde, doe not thus rove,
"And breake thy hearte with woe;
But go with mee and bee my love,
"And I'll not flighte thee foe."
Then tooke this minftrel hys harpe of golde,
And fweetlye 'gan to playe;

But the faithful mayde to hym was colde,
For alle that hee.colde faye.

"Noe, minstrel, tho' full fad I rue
"That hee from mee is gone,
"Yet fill to hymn I'll aye bee true,
"And true to hym alone;

"And o'er the lone countrie, daye and nighte,
Defpay ring will I rove,

"Nor bleffe the lighte that cheares mye fighte, "Till I have founde my love.

And nowe cam forthe a foldier gaye,

And hys broade sworde hee hath ta'en;
And, had not the minftrel fled awaye,
Full foone hee had hym flayne:

"Oh may de, heede not that minstrel's guile, "But mee take for thy love;

"And then to the wars, for golde and spoyle, Right merry lie wee will rove."

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"Noe, warrioure, noe; tho' fad I rove,
"And my love from mee is gon,
"Yet ftill I'll feeke that faithless love,
"And love but hym alone:

"And ever I'll wander day and nighte,
"While colde, colde blowes the winde,
"Nor blefs the light that chears mye fighte,
""Till I my true love fynde."

The foldier was fcant ygone, when lowe,
A forrefter cam that waye,

And merrylie rode hee hie and lowe,

All yclad in greene foe gaye:

Shee flop'd the gallante on the greene,

"And telle," fhee cry'd,

66 I praye,

"'Mong yonder forreftes haft thou feene

"My wand'ring true love straye?

* And howe fhalle I knowe the youthe you seeke "From other youthes I fee?

"Oh welle maye you knowe hymere hee doth fpeake, "Hys mien's fo brighte of blee."

"Sweete mayden, tho' 'monge the foreftes greene

"With earlye horne I rove,

Believe mee, deare may de, I have not feene

“The faithleffe youthe you love.

"Nowe, charming mayde, doe not thus rove, "Nor wander thus forlorne;

But goe with mee, and ever I'll love,

"And shelter thee from fcorne: "And we will hunte with earlye horne,

“And fing the livelong daye;

"And the chearful eve, and the smiling morne, "Shall ever fynde us gaye.

"And thou, attir'd in robes of greene, "A huntress blithe and gaye,

Shall aye bee call'd, wher'ere thou'rt seene,

"The sporting queene of Maye.

Come, turne thee, mayde, and bee my love,

"And to my paffion yeilde;

And ever delighted will wee rove,

"The princes of the fielde."

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