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N69557 IN the Days of Old / when fair France did flourish, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 839 [An excellent ballad, of a prince of England’s courtship to the King of France’s daughter. And how the] Prince was disasterously slain, and how the aforesaid Princess was afterwards mar- / ried to a Fo[r]ester. ?-?

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IN the days of old when Fair France did Flourish, Stories plainly told Lovers felt annoy? The King a Daughter had beautious, fair, and lovely Which made her Father glad, she was his only Joy. A Prince of England came Whose Deeds did merrit Fame he wood her long and loe at last Look what he did require. She granted his desire their hearts in one was linked fast Which when her Father proved Lord how he was moved, and tormented in his mind He sought for to prevent them And to discontent them, Fortune crossed lovers kind. When these Princes twain, were thus bard of pleasure, Through the Kings Disdain, which their Joys withstood. The Lady lockt up close, her Jewels and her Treasure Having no remorse of State and Royal Blood: [I]n homely poor Array, [S]he went from Court away,
to meet her love and hearts delight Who in a Forrest great, Had taken up his seat, to wait her coming in the Night. But loe what sudden Danger, To this Princely Stranger, chanced as he sat alone. By Outlaws he was robbed, And with a Poniard stabbed uttering many a dying groan The Princess armed by him, and by true Desire Wandring all that Night, without dread at all: Still unknown she past, in her strange Attire, Coming at the last within Ecchos call, You fair wood, quoth she, Honoured may you be, harbouring my Hearts Delight, Which doth incompass here My Joy and only Dear, my trusty Friend and comely Knight Sweet I come unto thee Sweet I come to Wooe thee, that thou mayst not angry be, For my long delaying, And thy courteous staying. amends for all Ill make to thee. Passing thus alone; through the silent Forrest Many a grievous groan, sounded in her ear, Where she heard a Man to lament the forest, Chance that ever came, forcd by deadly strife: Farewel. my Dear, quoth he, Whom I shall never see, for why my life is at an end For thy sweet sake I dye, Through Villains cruelty. to show I am a Faithful Friend Here I lye a bleeding,
While my thoughts are feeding, on the rarest Beauty found O hard hap that may be, Little knows my Lady, my heart blood lies on the ground With that he gave a groan that did break asunder All the tender strings of his gentle Heart, She who knew his voice, at his tale did wonder All her former joys did to grief convert, Straight she ran to see, who this Man should be, That so like her Love did speak, and found when as she came Her lovely Lord lay slain, smeard in Blood, which life did break Which when that she espyd Lord how sore she cryed, her sorrows could not counted be, Her eyes like fountains running, While she cryd out my Darling would God that I had dyd for thee His pale lips, alas, twenty times she kissed, And his face did wash with her brinish tears; Every bleeding wound, her fair Face bedewed, Wiping of the Blood, with her Golden Hair: Speak my Love (quoth she) Speak fair Prince to me, one sweet word of comfort give Lift up thy fair Eyes, Listen to my cries, think in what great grief I live All in vain she sued, All in vain she wooed, the Princes life was fled and gone There stood she still mourning. Till the Suns approaching and bright Day was coming on
[In this great Distress,] quoth this Royal Lady, Who can now express what will become of me; To my Fathers Court never will I wander, But some Service seek where I may placed be Whilst she thus made her moan, weeping all alone In this deep and deadly fear, a Forrester all in green, most comely to be seen, Ranging the Wood did find her there Round beset with sorrow Maid (quoth he) good morrow; what hard hap hath brought you here Harder hap did never Chance to a Maiden ever, here lies slain my Brother dear Where might I be placd gentle Forrester tell me Where might I procure a Service in my need Pains will I not spare but will do my Duty, Ease me of my Care. help my extream need. The Forrester all amazed, On her Beauty gazed till his Heart was set on Fire: If fair Maid (puoth he) You will go with me, you shall have your hearts desire He brought her to his Mother, And above all other, he set forth this Maidens praise; Long was his Heart inflamed, At length her Love he gained, so Fortune did his Glory raise Thus unknown he matchd, with the Kings fair Daughter, Children seven he had, eer she to him was known: But when he understood she was a Royal Princes, By this means at last he shewed forth her fame. He cloathed his Children then, Not like to other Men,
[in party colours strange to see] The right side cloth of gold, The left side to behold, of Woolen Cloth still framed he Men thereat did wonder, Golden Fame did Thunder, this strange deed in every place The King of France came thither Being pleasant Weather, in these woods the Hart to chase The Children there did stand, as their Mother willed: Where the Royal King must of force come by Their Mother richly clad in fair Crimson Velvet Their Father all in Green, most comely to be seen When this famous King, Noting every thing, did ask how he durst be so bold, To let his Wife to wear; And deck his Children there in costly robes of Pearl and Gold; The Forrester bold replyd And the cause descryd; and to the King he thus did say Well may they by their Mother. Wear rich Cloaths with other, being by Birth a Princes gay. The King upon these words, more headfully beheld them Till a Crimson Blush, his conceit did cross The more I look (quoth he) upon thy Wife and Children The more I call to mind, my Daughter whom I lost I am that Child (quoth she) Falling on her knee, pardon me my Sovereign Liege. The King perceiving this, His Daughter dear did kiss, till joyful tears did stop his speech With his Train he turned, And with her sojourned, straight he dubd her Husband Knight. He made him Earl of Flanders, One of his chief Commanders thus was their sorrow put to flight