%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> TRUE LOVE Requited; / Or, The BAILIFF's DAUGHTER of Islington: / The young man's friends the maid did scorn, / 'Cause she was poor and left forlorn, / They sent the Squire to London fair, / To be apprentice seven Years: / And when he out of his Time did come, / He met his Love a going home, / And then to end all further strife, / He took the Maid to be his Wife. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1763-1763 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/02/2011 31402

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T51889 THERE was a Youth, and a well-beloved Youth, / And he was a Squire's son, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 690 3: 691 TRUE LOVE Requited; / Or, The BAILIFF's DAUGHTER of Islington: / The young man's friends the maid did scorn, / 'Cause she was poor and left forlorn, / They sent the Squire to London fair, / To be apprentice seven Years: / And when he out of his Time did come, / He met his Love a going home, / And then to end all further strife, / He took the Maid to be his Wife. 1763-1763

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THERE was a Youth, and a well-beloved Youth, And he was a Squires son, He lovd the Bailiffs Daughter dear, That livd in Islington.
She was coy, and she would not believe, That he did love her so; No, nor at any time would she Any countenance to him show. But when his friends did understand His fond and foolish mind, They sent him up to fair London, An Apprentice for to bind. And when he had been seven long years, And his Love he had not seen, Many a tear I have shed for her sake, When she little thought of me. When all the maids of fair Islington Went forth to sport and play; All but the Bailiffs Daughter dear, She secretly stole away. She put off her gown of grey, And put on her ragged attire, And she is up to fair London gone, After her true love to enquire. And as she went along the road, The weather being hot and dry, There was she aware of her own true love, At length came riding by.
She stept to him as red as a rose, And took him by the bridle ring: I pray you kind sir, give me one penny For to ease my weary limb. I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me, Whereat thou wast born? At Islington, kind Sir, said she, Where I have had many a scorn. I prithee Sweetheart, canst thou tell me Whether that thou dost know, The Bailiffs Daughter of Islington? She is dead, sir, long ago. Then will I sell my goodly steed, My saddle and my boy, And travel into some fair country, Where no man doth me know. O stay, O stay, thou goodly Youth, She is alive, she is not dead; Here she standeth by thy side, And is ready to be thy bride. O farewel grief, and welcome joy, Ten thousand times and more; For now I see my own true love That I thought I should neer see more.
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