Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONGS
Sith you have had your will of mee,
And put me to open fhame,
Now, if you are a courteous knighte, 15
Tell me what is your name ?
Some do call mee Jacke, fweet heart,
And fome do call mee Jille ;
But when I come to the kings faire courte
They call me Wilfulle Wille. 20
He fett his foot into the ftirrup,
And awaye then he did ride ;
She tuckt her girdle about her middle
And ranne clofe by his fide.
But when fhe came to the brode water, 25
She fett her breft and fwamme ;
And when fhe was got out againe,
She tooke to her heels and ranne.
He never was the courteous knighte,
To faye, faire maide, will ye ride ? 30
Nor fhe was never fo loving a maide
To faye, fir knighte abide.
When fhe came to the kings faire courte,
She knocked at the ring ;
So readye was the king himfelf 35
To let this faire maide in.
Now