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Then all the maids of Islington Went forth to sport and play, All but the bailiff's daughter dear; She secretly stole away.
She pull-ed off her gown of green, And put on ragged attire, And to fair London she would go Her true love to inquire.
And as she went along the high road, The weather being hot and dry, She sat her down upon a green bank, And her true love came riding by.
She started up, with a colour so red, Catching hold of his bridle-rein; "One penny, one penny, kind sir," she said, "Will ease me of much pain."--
"Before I give you one penny, sweetheart, Pray tell me where you were born."-- "At Islington, kind sir," said she, "Where I have had many a scorn."--
"I pr'ythee, sweetheart, then tell to me, O tell me, whether you know The bailiffs daughter of Islington."-- "She is dead, sir, long ago."--
"If she be dead, then take my horse, My saddle and bridle also; For I will into some far countrie, Where no man shall me know."--
"O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth, She standeth by thy side: She is here alive, she is not dead,-- And ready to be thy bride."--
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