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T44267 1 Green Sleeves UNKNOWN Green Sleeves IT was a worthy Lord of Lorn, / a Lord of high degree, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 534 3: 535 A Pretty Ballad of the Lord of Lorn, and the false Steward. A Pretty Ballad of the Lord of Lorn, and the false Steward. A Pretty Ballad of the Lord of Lorn, and the false Steward. ?-?

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IT was a worthy Lord of Lorn, a Lord of high degree, He sent his Son unto the School, to learn Civility. He Learned more in one Day, than other Children did in Three, And then bespake the School-Master unto him tenderly: In Faith thou art the honestest Boy that ere I lookd on with my Eye, I hope thou art some Easterling Born, the Holy Ghost is within thee. He said he was no Easterling born, the Child thus answered courteously, My Father is the Lord of Lorn, and I his Son perdye. The School-Master turned round about, his angry Mood then he did swage: He marvelled the Child could speak so wise, he being of so tender an Age. He girded the Saddle to the Steed, the Bridle of the best Gold shone, He took his leave of his Fellows all, and quickly he was gone. And when he came to his Father dear, he kneeled down upon his Knee, Im come to you, Father, he said, Gods Blessing give you me. Thou art welcome my Son, he said, Gods Blessing I give thee; What Tydings hast thou brought my Son, being come so hastily? Ive brought Tydings, Father, he said, if that well liked it may be, Theres neer a Book in all Scotland, but I can read it truly.
And theres ner a Doctor in all the Realm, for all he goes in rich array, I can write him a Letter soon, to learn in seven Years Day. That is good Tydings, said the Lord, all in the place where I do stand. My Son, thou shalt to France go, to learn the Speeches of that Land. Who shall go with him, said the Lady husband we have none but he, Madam, said he, my head Steward, he hath been ever true to me. She called the Steward to an account, a thousand Pounds she gave him anon, Says, good Steward be good to my Child, when he is far from home. If I be false to my young Lord, then God be like to me indeed; And now to France they both are gone, and God be their good speed. They had not been in Frances Land not three Weeks to an end, But Meat and Drink the Child got none, nor Money in his Purse to spend. The Child runs to the River side, he was fain to drink Water then, And after followed the false Steward, to put the Child therein: But nay marry said the Child, he asked mercy pitifully, Good Steward let me have my Life, what eer betide my Body. Now put off thy fair Cloathing, and give it unto me anon, So put thee off thy Silken Shirt, with many a Golden Seam. But when the Child was stript naked, his Body, white as the Lilly Flower, He might have been seen for his Body, a Princess Paramour. He put him on an old kelter Coat, and Hose of the same above the Knee, He bid him go to the Shepherds House, and keep Sheep on a love lovely The Child said what shall be my Name, good Steward tell to me, Thy Name shall be, Poor dost thou wear, that thy Name shall be. The Child came to the Shepheards House, and asked mercy piteously, Says, good Shepherd take me in, to keep your Sheep on a love lovely. But when the Shepherd saw the Child, he was so pleasant to the Eye,
I have no Child, Ill make thee my Heir, thou shalt have my Goods perdye, And then bespake the Shepherds Wife, unto the Child so tenderly, Thou must take the Sheep, and to the Field, and get them on a love lovely. Now let us leave talking of the Child, that is keeping of Sheep on a love lovely, And well talk more of the false Steward and of his false treachery, He bought himself three suits of Apparel, that any Lord might seem to worn, He went a wooing to the Dukes Daughter, and called himself the Lord of Lorn. The Duke he welcomes the young Lord, with three baked Stags anon, If he had wist him the false Steward, to the Devil he should have gone: But when they were at Supper sate, with dainty delicates that were there, The Duke said, if thou wilt wed my Daughter, Ile give thee a thousand Pound a year. The Lady would see the Red Buck run and also for to hunt the Doe, And with an hundred lusty Men, the Lady did a hunting go, The Lady is a hunting gone, over Eeansel that is so high, There was she aware of a Shepherds Boy, with Sheep on a love lovely: And often he sighd and made great moan, and cryed out piteously: My Father is the Lord of Lorn, and knows not whats become of me And then bespake the Lady gay, and to her Maid she spake anon. O fetch me hither the Shepherds Boy, why maketh he all this moan? But when he came before the Lady, he was not to learn his Courtesie. Where wast thou born thou bonny Child, for whose sake makst thou all this moan? My dearest Friend Lady, he said, is dead many Years agon. Tell thou to me thou bonny Child, tell me truth and dont lye, Knowst thou not the young Lord of Lorn, he is come a Wooing unto me? Yes forsooth, said the Child, I know the Lord then verily: The young Lord is a valiant Lord, at home in his own Country. Wilt leave thy Sheep thou bonny Child, and come in Service unto me?
Yes forsooth, then said the Child, at your bidding will I be. When the Steward lookt upon the Child, he bewaild him Villanously, Where wast thou born thou Vagabond, or where is thy Country? Ha down, ha down, said the Lady, she calld the Steward then presently, Without you bear him more Good-will, you get no love of me: Then bespake the false Steward, unto the Lady hastily: At Aberdine beyond the Seas, his Father robbed thousands three. But then bespake the Lady gay, unto her Father courteously, Saying I have found a bonny Child, my Chamberlain to be: Not so, not so, then said the Duke, for so it may not be, For that young Lord of Lord that comes, will think no good of thee and me. When the Duke had lookt upon the Child, he seemd so pleasant to the Eye: Child, because thou lovest Horses well, my Groom of Stable thou shalt be. The Child plyed the Horses well, a Twelve-month to an end, He was so courteous and so true, every Man becomes his Friend: He led a fair Gelding to the Water, where he may drink Water verily, The Gelding up with his Head, and hit the Child above the Eye: Wo worth the Horse then said the Child, that ever Mare foled thee, Thou little knowst what thou hast done, thou hast stricken a Lord of High degree. The Dukes Daughter was in her Garden Green, she heard the Child make great moan, She ran to the Child all weeping, and left her Maidens all alone. Sing on thy Song thou bonny Child, I will release thee of thy Pain, I have made an Oath Lady, he said, I dare not tell my Tale again: Tell the Horse thy Tale thou bonny Child, and so thy Oath shall saved be; But when he told the Horse his Tale, the Lady wept most tenderly. Ile do for thee my bonny Child, in faith I will do more for thee, And for thy sake thou bonny Child, Ile put my Wedding off Months three, The Lady did write a Letter then, full pitiful with her own Hand: She sent it to the Lord of Lorn, whereas he dwelt in fair Scotland.
But when the Lord did read the Letter, his Lady wept most tenderly, I knew what would become of my Child, in such a far Country: The old Lord calld up his merry Men, and all that he gave Cloth and Fee; With seven Lords by his side, and into France rides he: The Wind servd, and they did Sail, so far into France Land: They were aware of the Lord of Lorn, with a Porters Staff in his Hand: The Lords they moved Hat and Hand, the Serving-Men fell on their Knees, What Folks be yonder said the Steward, that makes the Porters courtesie? Thou art a false Thief, quoth the Lord of Lorn, no longer might I bear with thee; By the Law of France thou shalt be judgd, whether it be to live or dye. A Quest of Lords there chosen was, to Bench they came hastily, But when the Quest was ended, false Steward must Dye. First they did him half hang, and then they took him down anon, And then put him in boyling Lead: and then was sodden Breast and Bone. And then bespake the Lord of Lorn, with many Lords more: Sir Duke if you be as willing as we, well have a Marriage before you go, These Children both they did rejoice, to hear the Lord his Tale so ended: They had rather to Day then to Morrow, so we would not be offended. But when the Wedding ended was, there was delicate dainty chear, Ile tell you how long the Wedding did last, full three Quarters of a Year. Such a Banquet there was wrought, the like was never seen; The King of France brought with him then, a hundred Tun of good Wine. Five set of Musicians were to be seen, that never rested Night nor Day: Also Italians there did Sing full pleasantly with great joy. Thus have you heard what trouble great, unto successive joys did turn, And happy News amongst the rest, unto the worthy Lord of Lorn. Let Rebels therefore warned be, mischief once they do pretend. For God may suffer for a time, but will disclose it in the end.
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