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Sith you have had your will of mee,
And put me to open shame,
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.
When she came to the kings faire courte,
She knocked at the ring
To let this faire maide in.
He hath not robbed mee, my liege,
Of purple nor of pall:
Which grieves mee worst of all.
He brought her downe full fortye pounde,
Tyed up withinne a glove,
And seeke thee another love.
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.
Would I had dranke the water cleare,
When I did drinke the wine, Rather than any shepherds brat
Shold bee a ladye of mine!
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.