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There was a shepherds daughter	A
Came tripping on the waye	B
And there by chance a knighte shee mett	C
Which caused her to staye	B
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'Good morrowe to you beauteous maide '	-
These words pronounced hee	D
'O I shall dye this daye ' he sayd	C
'If Ive not my wille of thee '	-
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'The Lord forbid ' the maide replyde	C
'That you shold waxe so wode '	-
But for all that shee could do or saye	B
'He wold not be withstood '	-
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'Sith you have had your wille of mee	D
And put me to open shame	E
Now if you are a courteous knighte	C
Tell me what is your name '	-
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'Some do call mee Jacke sweet heart	C
And some do call me Jille	F
But when I come to the kings fair courte	C
They calle me Wilfulle Wille '	-
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He sett his foot into the stirrup	G
And awaye then he did ride	C
She tuckt her girdle about her middle	F
And ranne close by his side	C
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But when she came to the brode water	A
She sett her brest and swamme	E
And when she was got out againe	H
She tooke to her heels and ranne	H
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He never was the courteous knighte	C
To saye 'Faire maide will ye ride '	-
'And she was ever too loving a maide	C
To saye 'Sir Knighte abide ''	-
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When she came to the kings faire courte	C
She knocked at the ring	I
So readye was the king himself	J
To let this faire maid in	H
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'Now Christ you save my gracious liege	K
Now Christ you save and see	D
You have a knighte within your courte	C
This daye hath robbed mee '	-
	-
'What hath he robbed thee of sweet heart	C
Of purple or of pall	F
Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring	I
From off thy finger small '	-
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'He hath not robbed mee my liege	K
Of purple nor of pall	F
But he hath gotten my maiden head	C
Which grieves mee worst of all '	-
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'Now if he be a batchelor	A
His bodye Ile give to thee	D
But if he be a married man	H
High hanged he shall bee '	-
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He called downe his merrye men all	F
By one by two by three	D
Sir William used to bee the first	C
But nowe the last came hee	D
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He brought her downe fulle fortye pounde	C
Tyed up withinne a glove	L
'Faire maid Ile give the same to thee	D
Go seeke thee another love '	-
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'O Ile have none of your gold ' she sayde	C
'Nor Ile have none of your fee	D
But your faire bodye I must have	M
The king hath granted mee '	-
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Sir William ranne and fetchd her then	H
Five hundred pound in golde	C
Saying 'Faire maide take this to thee	D
Thy fault will never be tolde '	-
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'Tis not the gold that shall mee tempt '	-
These words then answered shee	N
'But your own bodye I must have	M
The king hath granted mee '	-
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'Would I had dranke the water cleare	D
When I did drink the wine	H
Rather than any shepherds brat	C
Shold bee a ladye of mine	H
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'Would I had drank the puddle foule	F
When I did drink the ale	F
Rather that ever a shepherds brat	C
Shold tell me such a tale '	-
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'A shepherds brat even as I was	O
You mote have let mee bee	D
I never had come to the kings faire courte	C
To crave any love of thee '	-
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He sett her on a milk white steede	C
And himself upon a graye	B
He hung a bugle about his necke	I
And soe they rode awaye	B
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But when they came unto the place	P
Where marriage rites were done	H
She proved herself a dukes daughter	D
And he but a squires sonne	H
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'Now marrye me or not Sir Knight	C
Your pleasure shall be free	D
If you make me ladye of one good towne	H
Ile make you lord of three '	-
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'Ah cursed bee the gold ' he sayd	C
'If thou hadst not been trewe	Q
I shold have forsaken my sweet love	L
And have changed her for a newe '	-
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And now their hearts being linked fast	C
They joyned hand in hande	C
Thus he had both purse and person too	C
And all at his commande	C

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