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T35163 THERE was a Lass of Islington, / As I've heard many tell, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 678 3: 679 The Fair Maid of ISLINGTON. ?-?

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THERE was a Lass of Islington, As Ive heard many tell, And she would to London go, Fine apples and pears to sell: And as along the streets she flung, With her basket on her arm, Her pears to sell, you may know it well, This fair maid meant no harm. But as she tript along the street, Her pleasant fruit to sell, A vintner did her meet, Who likd thie maid full well.
Says he, Fair maid, what have you there? In basket decked brave, Fine pears, quoth she, and if it please ye. A taste sir, you shall have. The vintner took a taste, And likd it well, for why, The maid he thought of all the rest Most pleasing to the eye. Says he, Fair maid, I have a suit, That you to me must grant, Which if I find you be so kind, Theres nothing you shall want.
Thy beauty doth so please my eye, And dazzles so my sight, That now of all my liberty I am bereaved quite. Then prithee now consent to me, And do not put me by, It is but one small courtesy, All night with you to lie. Sir, if you lie with me all night, As you propose to me, I do expect that you should prove Both coutieous, kind, and free. And for tell you now in short. It will cost you five pound. A match, a match, the vintner said, And so let this go round. When he had lain with her all night, Her money|she did crave, O stay quoth he, the other night, And the money thou shalt have, I cannot stay, nor will not stay, I needs must now be gone. Why so thou mayst, thy money go look, For money Ill pay thee none. This maid she made no more ado, But to a Justice went, And unto him she made her moan, Who did her case lament, She said she had her cellar let out To a vintner in the town, And that he did then agree Five pounds to pay her down. But now, quoth she, the case is thus, No rent that he will pay; Therefore your worship I beseech To send for him strait way.
Then strait the Justice to him sent, And asked the reason why, That he would pay this maid no rent, To whicd he did reply. Altho I hired a cellar of her, And the possession was mine, I never put any thing into it, But one poor pipe of wine, Therefore my bargain it was hard, As you may plainly see; I from my freedom was debard, Then, good sir, favour me. This fair maid being ripe of wit, She strait replyd again, There were two butts more at the door, Why did not you rowl them in? You had your freedom and your will, As is to you well known, Therefore I do desire still For to receive my own, The Justice hearing of the case, Did then give orders strait, That he the money should pay down, She should no longer wait. Withal he told the vintner plain, If he a tennant be, He must expect to pay the same. And not to live rent free. But when the money she had got, She put it in her purse, And clapt her hand on the cellar door,, Saying, Tis never the worse, Whioh causd the populace all to laugh To see this vintner fine, Outwitted by a country girl, About a pipe of wine.