ancient poems-第13章

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'Now　in　seven　years　I'll　make　a　vow；　And　seven　years　I'll　keep　it　strong；　If　you'll　wed　with　no　other　woman；　I　will　wed　with　no　other　man。'

O！　then　she　took　him　to　her　father's　harbour；　And　gave　to　him　a　ship　of　fame；　'Farewell；　farewell　to　you；　Lord　Bateman；　I'm　afraid　I　ne'er　shall　see　you　again。'

Now　seven　long　years　are　gone　and　past；　And　fourteen　days；　well　known　to　thee；　She　packed　up　all　her　gay　clothing；　And　swore　Lord　Bateman　she　would　go　see。

But　when　she　came　to　Lord　Bateman's　castle；　So　boldly　she　rang　the　bell；　'Who's　there？　who's　there？'　cried　the　proud　porter；　'Who's　there？　unto　me　come　tell。'

'O！　is　this　Lord　Bateman's　castle？　Or　is　his　Lordship　here　within？'　'O；　yes！　O；　yes！'　cried　the　young　porter；　'He's　just　now　taken　his　new　bride　in。'

'O！　tell　him　to　send　me　a　slice　of　bread；　And　a　bottle　of　the　best　wine；　And　not　forgetting　the　fair　young　lady　Who　did　release　him　when　close　confine。'

Away；　away　went　this　proud　young　porter；　Away；　away；　and　away　went　he；　Until　he　came　to　Lord　Bateman's　chamber；　Down　on　his　bended　knees　fell　he。

'What　news；　what　news；　my　proud　young　porter？　What　news　hast　thou　brought　unto　me？'　'There　is　the　fairest　of　all　young　creatures　That　ever　my　two　eyes　did　see！

'She　has　got　rings　on　every　finger；　And　round　one　of　them　she　has　got　three；　And　as　much　gay　clothing　round　her　middle　As　would　buy　all　Northumberlea。

'She　bids　you　send　her　a　slice　of　bread；　And　a　bottle　of　the　best　wine；　And　not　forgetting　the　fair　young　lady　Who　did　release　you　when　close　confine。'

Lord　Bateman　he　then　in　a　passion　flew；　And　broke　his　sword　in　splinters　three；　Saying；　'I　will　give　all　my　father's　riches　If　Sophia　has　crossed　the　sea。'

Then　up　spoke　the　young　bride's　mother；　Who　never　was　heard　to　speak　so　free；　'You'll　not　forget　my　only　daughter；　If　Sophia　has　crossed　the　sea。'

'I　own　I　made　a　bride　of　your　daughter；　She's　neither　the　better　nor　worse　for　me；　She　came　to　me　with　her　horse　and　saddle；　She　may　go　back　in　her　coach　and　three。'

Lord　Bateman　prepared　another　marriage；　And　sang；　with　heart　so　full　of　glee；　I'll　range　no　more　in　foreign　countries；　Now　since　Sophia　has　crossed　the　sea。'



Ballad：　THE　GOLDEN　GLOVE；　OR；　THE　SQUIRE　OF　TAMWORTH。



＇THIS　is　a　very　popular　ballad；　and　sung　in　every　part　of　England。　　　It　is　traditionally　reported　to　be　founded　on　an　incident　which　　occurred　in　the　reign　of　Elizabeth。　　It　has　been　published　in　the　　broadside　form　from　the　commencement　of　the　eighteenth　century；　but　　is　no　doubt　much　older。　　It　does　not　appear　to　have　been　previously　　inserted　in　any　collection。＇


A　WEALTHY　young　squire　of　Tamworth；　we　hear；　He　courted　a　nobleman's　daughter　so　fair；　And　for　to　marry　her　it　was　his　intent；　All　friends　and　relations　gave　their　consent。

The　time　was　appointed　for　the　wedding…day；　A　young　farmer　chosen　to　give　her　away；　As　soon　as　the　farmer　the　young　lady　did　spy；　He　inflamed　her　heart；　'O；　my　heart！'　she　did　cry。

She　turned　from　the　squire；　but　nothing　she　said；　Instead　of　being　married　she　took　to　her　bed；　The　thought　of　the　farmer　soon　run　in　her　mind；　A　way　for　to　have　him　she　quickly　did　find。

Coat；　waistcoat；　and　breeches　she　then　did　put　on；　And　a　hunting　she　went　with　her　dog　and　her　gun；　She　hunted　all　round　where　the　farmer　did　dwell；　Because　in　her　heart　she　did　love　him　full　well：

She　oftentimes　fired；　but　nothing　she　killed；　At　length　the　young　farmer　came　into　the　field；　And　to　discourse　with　him　it　was　her　intent；　With　her　dog　and　her　gun　to　meet　him　she　went。

'I　thought　you　had　been　at　the　wedding；'　she　cried；　'To　wait　on　the　squire；　and　give　him　his　bride。'　'No；　sir；'　said　the　farmer；　'if　the　truth　I　may　tell；　I'll　not　give　her　away；　for　I　love　her　too　well'

'Suppose　that　the　lady　should　grant　you　her　love；　You　know　that　the　squire　your　rival　will　prove。'　'Why；　then；'　says　the　farmer；　'I'll　take　sword　in　hand；　By　honour　I'll　gain　her　when　she　shall　command。'

It　pleased　the　lady　to　find　him　so　bold；　She　gave　him　a　glove　that　was　flowered　with　gold；　And　told　him　she　found　it　when　coming　along；　As　she　was　a　hunting　with　her　dog　and　gun。

The　lady　went　home　with　a　heart　full　of　love；　And　gave　out　a　notice　that　she'd　lost　a　glove；　And　said；　'Who　has　found　it；　and　brings　it　to　me；　Whoever　he　is；　he　my　husband　shall　be。'

The　farmer　was　pleased　when　he　heard　of　the　news；　With　heart　full　of　joy　to　the　lady　he　goes：　'Dear；　honoured　lady；　I've　picked　up　your　glove；　And　hope　you'll　be　pleased　to　grant　me　your　love。'

'It's　already　granted；　I　will　be　your　bride；　I　love　the　sweet　breath　of　a　farmer；'　she　cried。　'I'll　be　mistress　of　my　dairy；　and　milking　my　cow；　While　my　jolly　brisk　farmer　is　whistling　at　plough。'

And　when　she　was　married　she　told　of　her　fun；　How　she　went　a　hunting　with　her　dog　and　gun：　'And　now　I've　got　him　so　fast　in　my　snare；　I'll　enjoy　him　for　ever；　I　vow　and　declare！'



Ballad：　KING　JAMES　I。　AND　THE　TINKLER。　（5）　　（TRADITIONAL。）



＇THIS　ballad　of　KING　JAMES　I。　AND　THE　TINKLER　was　probably　written　　either　in；　or　shortly　after；　the　reign　of　the　monarch　who　is　the　　hero。　　The　incident　recorded　is　said　to　be　a　fact；　though　the　　locality　is　doubtful。　　By　some　the　scene　is　laid　at　Norwood；　in　　Surrey；　by　others　in　some　part　of　the　English　border。　　The　ballad　　is　alluded　to　by　Percy；　but　is　not　inserted　either　in　the　RELIQUES；　　or　in　any　other　popular　collection。　　It　is　to　be　found　only　in　a　　few　broadsides　and　chap…books　of　modern　date。　　The　present　version　　is　a　traditional　one；　taken　down；　as　here　given；　from　the　recital　　of　the　late　Francis　King。　（6）　　It　is　much　superior　to　the　common　　broadside　edition　with　which　it　has　been　collated；　and　from　which　　the　thirteenth　and　fifteenth　verses　were　obtained。　　The　ballad　is　　very　popular　on　the　Border；　and　in　the　dales　of　Cumberland；　　Westmoreland；　and　Craven。　　The　late　Robert　Anderson；　the　Cumbrian　　bard；　represents　Deavie；　in　his　song　of　the　CLAY　DAUBIN；　as　singing　　THE　KING　AND　THE　TINKLER。＇


AND　now；　to　be　brief；　let's　pass　over　the　rest；　Who　seldom　or　never　were　given　to　jest；　And　come　to　King　Jamie；　the　first　of　our　throne；　A　pleasanter　monarch　sure　never　was　known。

As　he　was　a　hunting　the　swift　fallow…deer；　He　dropped　all　his　nobles；　and　when　he　got　clear；　In　hope　of　some　pastime　away　he　did　ride；　Till　he　came　to　an　alehouse；　hard　by　a　wood…side。

And　there　with　a　tinkler　he　happened　to　meet；　And　him　in　kind　sort　he　so　freely　did　greet：　'Pray　thee；　good　fellow；　what　hast　in　thy　jug；　Which　under　thy　arm　thou　dost　lovingly　hug？'

'By　the　mass！'　quoth　the　tinkler；　'it's　nappy　brown　ale；　And　for　to　drink　to　thee；　friend；　I　will　not　fail；　For　although　thy　jacket　looks　gallant　and　fine；　I　think　that　my　twopence　as　good　is　as　thine。'

'By　my　soul！　honest　fellow；　the　truth　thou　hast　spoke；'　And　straight　he　sat　down　with　the　tinkler　to　joke；　They　drank　to　the　King；　and　they　pledged　to　each　other；　Who'd　seen　'em　had　thought　they　were　brother　and　brother。

As　they　were　a…drinking　the　King　pleased　to　say；　'What　news；　honest　fellow？　come　tell　me；　I　pray？'　'There's　nothing　of　news；　beyond　that　I　hear　The　King's　on　the　border　a…chasing　the　deer。

'And　truly　I　wish　I　so　happy　may　be　Whilst　he　is　a　hunting　the　King　I　might　see；　For　although　I've　travelled　the　land　many　ways　I　never　have　yet　seen　a　King　in　my　days。'

The　King；　with　a　hearty　brisk　laughter；　replied；　'I　tell　thee；　good　fellow；　if　thou　canst　but　ride；　Thou　shalt　get　up　behind　me；　and　I　will　thee　bring　To　the　presence　of　Jamie；　thy　sovereign　King。'

'But　he'll　be　surrounded　with　nobles　so　gay；　And　how　shall　we　tell　him　from　them；　sir；　I　pray？'　'Thou'lt　easily　ken　him　when　once　thou　art　there；　The　King　will　be　covered；　his　nobles　all　bare。'

He　got　up　behind　him　and　likewise　his　sack；　His　budget　of　leather；　and　tools　at　his　back；　They　rode　till　they　came　to　the　merry　greenwood；　His　nobles　came　round　him；　bareheaded　they　stood。

The　tinkler　then　seeing　so　many　appear；　He　slily　did　whisper　the　King　in　his　ear：　Saying；　'They're　all　clothed　so　gloriously　gay；　But　which　amongst　them　is　the　King；　sir；　I　pray？'

The　King　did　with　hearty　good　laughter；　reply；　'By　my　soul！　my　good　fellow；　it's　thou　or　it's　I！　The　rest　are　bareheaded；　uncover