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COME all ye young Gallants and listen a while, / I'll tell you a story will make you to smile: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 219 The STAFFORDSHIRE MAID. The STAFFORDSHIRE MAID. The STAFFORDSHIRE MAID. ?-?

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COME all ye young Gallants and listen a while, I'll tell you a story will make you smile: It is of a young bold Staffordshire Maid, Her part with a rogue of a Tinker she play'd. At Yarmouth this Damsel did live. as we hear, Along with a Farmer the space of a year; But being desirous her parents to see, She gave her master warning to go away: Her master in wages paid her four pound. She put it in her box with head-cloaths and gown, And having a box for to hold her cloaths, With it on her head from her master she goes. She had not been gone from the Town half a mile, Before a bold Tinker met her at a stile; When smiling in her face, unto her he said, Where are you going my charming fair maid? I'm going to Hurley, where my parents do dwell, Then reply'd the Tinker I know them full well; But be ruled by me, the Tinker did say, You'll surely be rob'd if you go the highway; If you turn to the right it will be the same, Then be ruled by me, and go strait down the lane: 'Tis round about, yet better he said, Than for to be robb'd my charming sweet maid, She thanked the Tinker, and went on her way, But he soon call'd to her, and bid her to stay;
I'm going down this lane the space of a mile, But little she thought that he would her beguile: Down the lane the Maid and the Tinker did walk, Diverting each other with innocent talk, Until they came to a lonesome place, Then the Tinker he look'd her so sly in the face: What's in your box, come tell unto me, And taking it from her, demanded the key; She said she had lost it, with tears in her eyes, A long pike-staff the Tinker lay by; And while he was busy in opening the lock, With the same she gave him a very great knock; The knock that she gave him, let him to know, Her staff it was ready to give t'other blow, Another she gave him on the side of the head, The blood it run down, she left him for dead, And said, Lie there villain, and rogue in thy heart, Thy traiterous actions have met their desert: So taking her box on her head once again, Away she went walking down the Lane; There she met a Gentleman, who did her entreat, And ask'd her the favor to open the gate; To open the gate, that his horse might go through, And as the Gentleman near to her drew, He said, To whom doth the box on your head belong, To master or Mistress, or have you done wrong?
No, I've done no wrong, but a crime that's as ill, For I do believe a man I have kill'd. Come shew me the man, he strait to her said, And I will protect you from danger fair maid: She shew'd him the place where the Tinker lay dead, A long stream of blood was run down from his head; In his budgets were pistols, with powder and ball, And likewise a whistle, his companions to call. Also a hanger he had by his side, And a large pair of spurs if occasion to ride; He said, Fair damsel, you might have been abus'd, These are odd sorts of tools for a Tinker to use: He said. Fair maid, have you courage to stand, To fire a pistol when danger's at hand? She said, I have, and never will start, When dangers at hand. I will soon play my part: Then he took the whistle, and gave such a blow, As made the groves to ring and the thieves to crow: In a few minutes the thieves did appear, And seeing what was done, began for to swear They would be revenged; when the maid without dread, She cocked her pistol, and kill'd one stone dead; Another bold villain the gentleman shot, Who fell to the ground stone dead on the spot; Another bold villain seeing what was done, He took to his heels, and away he did run; The gentleman pursu'd him, and brought him to town, Where the truth of the matter was quickly made known The gentleman to the assizes is come it is said, And for this brave girl shall have money paid; Full fifty bright guineas she made it appear, Besides the effects in the budget we hear; Now all the brave Lads were in a strife, Who should gain this fair girl for a wife; But none of them was ordained so right, As he who made her a Lady so bright.
Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church Yard, London.