%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A pleasant new ballad, shewing how Sir John Arm- / strong and Nathaniel Musgrave fell in Love with the Lady Dacres Daughter of the / North; and of the strife that was between them for her, and how they wrought the / Death of one hundred men. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1663-1663 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/06/2012 31885

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R181872 AS it fell out one Whitsunday, / the blith time of th year, a bright and bonny Lasse: / Fa la tre dang de do; / trang trole lo trang de do, / With hey trang trole lo lye, / she was a bonny Lass. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 271 A pleasant new ballad, shewing how Sir John Arm- / strong and Nathaniel Musgrave fell in Love with the Lady Dacres Daughter of the / North; and of the strife that was between them for her, and how they wrought the / Death of one hundred men. A pleasant new ballad, shewing how Sir John Arm-strong and Nathaniel Musgrave fell in Love with the Lady Dacres Daughter of the North; and of the strife that was between them for her, and how they wrought the Death of one hundred men. A pleasant new ballad, shewing how Sir John Armstrong and Nathaniel Musgrave fell in Love with the Lady Dacres' Daughter of the North; and of the strife that was between them for her, and how they wrought the Death of one hundred men. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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AS it fell out one Whitsunday, the blith time of the year, When every tree was clad with green, and pretty Birds sing clear; The Lady Dacres took her way, Unto the Church that pleasant day, With her fair daughter fresh and gay, a bright and bonny Lasse: Fa la tre dang de do; trang trole lo trang de do, With hey trang trole lo lye, she was a bonny Lass. Sir Michael Musgrave in like sort, to Church repaired then, And so did sir John Armstrong too, with all his merry men, Two greater friends there could not be Nor braver Knights for Chivalry, Both Batchelors of high degree, fit for a bonny Lasse. They sat them down upon one seat, like loving brethren dear, With hearts and minds devoutly bent Gods service for to hear: But rising from their Prayers tho, Their eyes a ranging streight did go, Which wrought their utter overthrow all for one bonny Lasse. Quod Musgrave unto Armstrong then, yon sits the sweetest Dame, That ever for her fair beauty, within this Country came. Insooth quoth Armstrong presently, Your judgement I must verefie, There never came unto my eye a braver bonny Lasse. I swear said Musgrave by this sword, which did my Knight-hood win,
To steal away so sweet a Dame, could be no ghostly sin: That deed quod Armstrong would be ill, Except he had her right good will, That your desire she would fulfill, and be thy bonny Lasse. By this the service quite was done, and home the people past, They wisht a blister on his tongue, that made thereof such hast. At the Church door the knights did meet, The Lady Dacres for to greet. But most of all her daughter sweet, that beauteous bonny Lasse. Said Armstrong to the Lady fair: we both have made a vow, At dinner for to be your Guests, if you will it allow. With that bespake that Lady free, Sir Knights right welcom shall you be The happier men therefore are we, for Love of this bonny Lasse. Thus was the knights both prickt in love both in one moment thralld, And both with one fair Lady gay thus blind in Cupid calld. With humble thanks they went away Like wounded Harts chast all the day: One would not to the other say, they lovd this bonny Lasse. Fair Isabel on the other side, as far in love was found, So long brave Armstrong she had tyd, till love her heart did wound; Brave Armstrong is my joy, quoth she Would Christ he were alone with me; To talk an hour two or three, with his fair bonny Lasse.
BUt as these Knights together rode and homeward did repair, Their talk and eke their countenance shewd their hearts were clogd with care, Fair Isabel the one did say, Thou hast subdud my heart this day; But shes my joy did Musgrove say, my bright and bonny Lasse. With that these friends incontinent, became most deadly foes, For love of beautious Isabel, great strife betwixt them rose; Quoth Armstrong she shall be my wife, Although for her I lose my life, And thus began a deadly strife, and for one bonny Lasse. Thus two years long this grudge did grow these gallant Knights between, While they a wooing both did go, unto this beautious Queen. And she who did their furies prove, To neither would bewray her love, The deadly quarrel to remove, about this bonny Lasse. But neither of her fair intreats, nor yet her sharp dispute: Would they appease their raging ire, nor yet give ore their suit. The Gentlemen of the North country At last did make this good decree, All for a perfect unity, about this bonny Lasse. The love sick knights should both be set within one hall so wide, Each of them in a gallant sort, even at a several tide.
And twixt them both for certainty, Fair Isabel should placed be, Of them to take her choice full free, most like a bonny Lasse. And as she like an Angel bright, betwixt them mildly stood, She turned unto each several Knight, with pale and changed blood. Now am I at Liberty, To make and take my choice, quoth she Yea, quoth the Knights we do agree, then chuse thou bonny Lasse. O Musgrave thou art all too hot: to be a Ladies Love, Quoth she and Armstrong seems a sot, where Love binds him to prove; Of courage great is Musgrave still, And sith to chuse I have my Will, Sweet Armstrong shall my joys fulfill and I his bonny Lasse. The Nobles and the Gentiles both, that were in present place, Rejoyced at this sweet record, but Musgrave in disgrace, Out of the Hall did take his way, And Armstrong married was next day With Isabel his Lady gay, a bright and bonny Lasse. But Musgrave on the wedding day, like to a Scotch-man dight, In secret sort allured out, the Bridegroom for to fight, And he that will not out-bravd be, Unto his challenge did agree, Where he was slain most suddenly, for his fair bonny Lasse. The news hereof was quickly brought, unto the Lovely Bride; And many of young Armstrongs kin, did after Musgrave ride. They hewd him when they had him got As small as flesh into the pot, Lo thus befel a heavy Lot, about this bonny Lasse. The Lady young which did lament this cruel cursed strife, For very grief died that day, a Maiden and a Wife: An hundred men that hapless day, Did loose their Lives in that same fray And twixt those names as many say, is deadly hate still biding.
FINIS. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.