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T48548 COme all ye young Gallants, and listen awhile, / I'll tell you a story will make you to smile: Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 388 3: 389 The STAFFORDSHIRE MAID The STAFFORDSHIRE MAID The Staffordshire MAID. 1763-1763

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COme all ye young Gallants, and listen awhile, Ill tell you a story will make you to smile: It is of a bold young Staffordshire Maid, Her part with a rogue of a Tinker she playd. At Yarmouth this Damsel did live, as we hear, Along with the farmer the space of a year; But being desirous her parents to see, She gave her master warning for to go away. Her master in wages paid her four pound, She put it in her box, with head-cloaths and gown, And having a box for to hold her cloaths, With it on her head from her master she goes. She had not been gone from the town half a mile, Before a bold Tinker met her at a stile; When smiling in her face, unto her he said, Where are you gaing, my charming fair maid? I am going to Hurley, where my parents do dwell, Then replyd the Tinker, I know them full well; But be ruled by me, The Tinker did say, Youll surely be robbd if you go the highway, If you turn to the right it will be same, Then be ruled by me, and go strait down the lane, Tis round about, yet better he said, Then for to be robbed, my charming fair maid. She thanked the Tinker, and went on her way, But he soon calld to her, and bid her to stay;
Im going down this lane the space of a mile, But little she thought that he would her beguile. Down the lane the Maid and the Tinker did walk, Diverting each other with innocent talk, Until they came to a lonesome place, Then the Tinker he lookd her so sly in the face. What is in your box? come tell unto me, And taking it from her demanded the key: She said she had lost it, with tears in her eyes, A long pike staff, the Tinker lay bye; And while she was busy in opening the lock, With the same she gave him a very great knock; The knock that she gave let him to know, Her staff it was ready to give tother blow, Another she gave him on the side of the head, The blood it run down, she left him for dead, And said, Lie there villain, and rogue in thy heart, Thy traiterous actions have met their desert. So taking her box on her head once again, Away she went walking down the lane, There she met a Gentleman, who did her entreat, And askd her the favour to open the gate. To open the gate, that his horse might go thro, And as the Gentleman near to her drew, He said, To whom doth the box on your head belong? To master or mistress, or have you done wrong
No, Ive done no wrong, but a crime thats as ill, For I do believe a man I have killd. Come shew me the man, he strait to her said, And I will protect you from danger, fair maid. She shewd him the place where the Tinker lay desd, Along stream of blood was run down from his head; In his budget were pistols, with powder and ball, And likewise a whistle his companions to call, Also a hanger he had by his side, And a large pair of spurs if occasion to ride; He said, Fair damsel, you might have been abusd, These are odd sort of tools for a Tinker to use. He said fair maid have you courage to stand, To fire a pistol when dangers at hand? She said I have, and never will start, When dangers at hand I will soon play my part. Then he took the whistle, and gave such a blow, As made the groves to ring and the thieves to crow: In a few minutes the thieves did appear, And seeing what was done, began for to swear, They would be revenged; when the maid without dread, She cocked her pistol, and killd one stone dead; Another bold villain the gentleman shot, Who fell to the ground, stone dead on the spot Another bold villain seeing what was done, He took to his heels, and away he did run; The gentleman pursud him, and brought him to town, Where the truth of the matter was quickly made known The gentleman to the assizes is come, it is said, And for this brave girl shall have money paid; Full fifty bright Guineas she made, it appears, Besides the effects in the budget we hear; Now all the brave Lads were in a strife, Who should gain this fair Girl for a wife; But none of them was ordained so right, As he who made her a Lady so bright.
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