A book of Romantic Ballads

t there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. " His hound -is to the hunting gane, His hawk, to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, Sa we may mak our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een; Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. " Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sall ken where he is gane; O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair." chapter{Section 4GENTLE HERDSMAN, TELL TO ME DIALOGUE BETWEEN A PILGRIM AND HERDSMAN Gentle heardsman, tell to me, Of curtesy I thee pray, Unto the towne of Walsingham Which is the right and ready way. " Unto the towne of Walsingham The way is hard for to be gon; And verry crooked are those pathes For you to find out all alone." Weere the miles doubled thrise, And the way never soe ill, Itt were not enough for mine offence; Itt is soe grievous and soe ill. "Thy yeeares are young, thy face is faire, Thy witts are weake, thy thoughts are greene; Time hath not given thee leave, as yett, For to committ so great a sinne." Yes, heardsman, yes, soe woldest thou say, If thou knewest soe much as I; My witts, and thoughts, and all the rest, Have well deserved for to dye. I am not what I seeme to bee, My clothes and sexe doe differ farr: I am a woman, w...