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Sith you have had your will of mee,

And put me to open shame,
Now, if you are a courteous knighte,

Tell me what is your name?

Some do call mee Jacke, sweet heart,

And some do call mee Jille; But when I come to the kings faire courte

They call me Wilfulle Wille.

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When she came to the kings faire courte,

She knocked at the ring
So readye was the king himself

To let this faire maide in.

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He hath not robbed mee, my liege,

Of purple nor of pall:
But he hath gotten my maiden head,

Which grieves mee worst of all.

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He brought her downe full fortye pounde,

Tyed up withinne a glove,
Faire maid, Ile give the same to thee,

And seeke thee another love.

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Sir William ranne and fetchd her then

Five hundred pound in golde, Saying, faire maide, take this to thee,

Thy fault will never be tolde.

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Would I had dranke the water cleare,

When I did drinke the wine, Rather than any shepherds brat

Shold bee a ladye of mine!

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A shepherds brat even as I was,

You mote have let me bee, I never had come to the kings faire courte,

To crave any love of thee.

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