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National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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A Courtly Ballad of the Princely Wooing of the Fair MAID of London, by
Renowned King EDWARD, etc. To the Tune of, Bonny sweet Robin, etc.

Fair Angel of England, thy beauty most bright,
Is all my heart's pleasure, my joy and delight;
Then grant me, far Lady, thy true Love to be,
That I may say, Welcome good Fortune to me.

The turtle so chast and true in her love,
By gentle perswasions her fancy will move;
Then be not intreated, fair Lady, in vain,
For Nature requireth what I should obtain.

The phenix so famous that liveth alone,
Is vowed to chastity being but one;
But be not, my Darling, so chast in desire,
Lest thou like the phenix dost pennance in fire.

But, alas! gently Lady, I pitty your state,
In being resolved to live without Mate;
For if of our courting the pleasure you knew,
You would have a liking the same to ensue.

Long time have I sued the same to obtain,
Yet I am requited with scorn and disdain;
But if you will grant your good-will unto me,
You shall be advanced to Princely Degree.

Promotions and honour may often entice,
The Chastest that liveth, though never so nice;
What Woman so worthy but could be content,
[To live in a palace where princes frequent
Two brides young and princely To church I have led
Two ladies now lately have decked my bed.]

Yet hath thy love taken more root in my heart,
Then all their contentments, whereof I had part.

Your gentle heart cannot Mens hearts much abide,
And Women least angry when most they do chide;
Then yield to me kindly, and say that at length,
Men they want mercy, & poor Women strength

I grant that fair Ladies may poor Men resist,
And Princes may conquer, and wooe when they list,
A King may command her to lye by his side,
Whose feature deserveth to be a King's Bride.

In granting your love you shall purchase renown,
Your head shall be crown'd with Englands crown;
Thy garments most gallant of gold shall be wrought,
If true love with treasure of thee may be bought.

Great Ladies of honour shall tend on thy train,
Most richly attired with scarlet in grain;
My chamber most Princely thy Person shall keep,
Where Virgins with musick shall rock thee asleep.

If there's any pleasures thy heart can invent,
Command them, sweet Lady, thy mind to content,
For Kings gallant courts, where Princes do dwell
Afford such sweet pastime as Ladies love well.

Then be not resolved to dye a true Maid,
[But print in thy bosom these words I have said
And grant a King favour you true love to be
That I may say Welcome sweet virgin to me.]

The Fair MAID of Londons Answer to King EDWARDs Wanton Love.

O Wanton King Edward thy labour is vain,
To follow the pleasure thou canst not a[t]tain,
With getting thou losest, and having dost want it,
The which if thou purchast is spoil'd if thou hast it.

But if thou obtainst it thou nothing hast won,
And I losing nothing, yet quite am undone;
But if of my jewel a King doth deceive me,
No King can restore tho' a Kingdom he give me.

My colour is changed since thou seest me last,
My favour is vanisht, my beauty is past,
The rosie red blushes that sate in my cheeks,
To paleness is turned, which all Men dislikes.

I pass not for Princess for love do protest,
The name of a Virgin contenteth me best,
I have not diserved to lye by his side,
Nor yet to be counted so, King Edwards Bride.

The name of a Princess I never did crave,
No such type of honour thy Hand-maid will have;
My breast shall not harbour so lofty a thought,
Nor be with rich proffers to wantonness brought.

If wild wanton Rosamond, one of our sort,
Had never frequented King Henrys fair court
Such heaps of deer sorrow she never had seen
Nor tasted the rage of so jealous a Queen.
[All men have their freedom To shew Their intent
They win not a Woman unless she consent]

Who then can impute to them any fault,
Who still go upright until Men do hault.
'Tis counted a kindness in Men for to try,
And vertue in Women the same to deny;
For Women unconstant can never be prov'd,
Until by their Betters therein may be mov'd.

If Women and modesty once do him sever,
Then farewel good name and credit for ever;
And Royal King Edward let me be exil'd,
E'er any Man knows my body's defil'd.

No, no, my Father's reverend tears,
Too deep an impression within my heart bears,
Nor shall his bright honour that blot from me have,
To bring his gray hairs with grief to the grave.

The Heavens forbid that when I shall dye,
That any such sin should upon me lye;
If I have thus kept me from doing this sin,
My heart shall not yield with a Prince to begin.

Come rather with pitty and weep on my tomb,
T[h]en for my birth curse my dear Mother's wom[b]
That brought forth a blossom that stained the tr[ee]
With wanton desires to shame her and me.

Leave me most noble King, temp not in vain
My milk white affection with lewdness to stain
Though England will give me no comforts [at all
Yet England will give me a sad-burial.]

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