The Beautiful Shepherd's of Arcadia.

There was a shepherd's daughter.
Came tripping on the way,
And there she met a courteous Knight,
Which caufed her to fly.
Sing trang dildo dee.

Good-morrow to you courteous maid,
Thefe words pronounced he ;

O I shall die this day he faid,
If I have not my will of thee.

The Lord forbid, the maid reply'd,
That fuch a thing should be,
That ever fuch a courteous Knight
Should die for love of me.

He took her round the middle so small,
And laid her on the plain ;

And after he had got his will,
He took her up again.

Now you have had your will, kind fir,
And put my body to open flame,

Now if you are a courteous Knight,
Tell me what is your name.

Some do call me Jack, fweetheart,
And fome do call me John;
But when I come to the King's fair court,
They call me Sweet William,

He fet his foot in the stirrup,
And away then he did ride;
She tuck'd her girdle about her middle,
And ran clofe by his fide.

But when the came to the broad water,
She lay on her breast and fwam,
And when the was got out again,
She took to her heels and ran.

He never was the courteous Knight,
To fay Fair maid will you ride ?
Nor the was never fo loving a nymph,
To fay, Sir Knight abide.

When the came to the King's fair court,
Shs knocked at the ring ;

So ready was the King himfelf
To let this fair maid in.
Sing trang dildo dee.

Chrift fave you, my gracious Liege,
Your Body Chrift fave and fee,
You have a Knight within your court,
This day hath robbed me.

What hath he robbed thee of, fweetheart?
Of purple or of pall ;

Or hath he took thy gay gold ring,
From off thy finger ſmall ?

He hath not robbed me, my Liege,
Or purple or of pall ;

But he hath got my maidenhead,
Which grieves me worſt of all.

Now if he be a batchelor,
His body I'll give to thee ;
But if he be a Married man,
High hanged he ſhall be.

He called down his merry men all,
By one, by two, and by three ;

Sweet William us'd to be the first,
But now the laft comes he.

He brought her down full forty pounds,
Tyed up within a glave :
Fair Maid, I give the fame to thee,
And feek another love.

O I'll have none of your gold, the faid,
Nor I'll have none of your fee ;

But I muſt have your fair Body,
Which the King hath given me.

Sweet William ran and fetch'd her then,
Five hundred pounds in gold,

Saying, Fair Maid, take this to thee,
Thy fault ſhall ne'er be told.

'Tis not thy gold that ſhall me tempt,
Theſe words then anſwer'd the ;

But I muſt have your own body,
So the King hath granted me.
Sing trang dildo dee.

Would I had drank the fair Water,
When I did drink the wine ;

That ever any Shepherd's daughter,
Should be a fair Lady of mine.

Would I had drank the puddle water,
What I did drink the ale ;

That if ever any Shepherd's daughter,
Should have told me ſuch a tale.

A Shepherd's Daughter as I was,
You might have let me be ;
I ne'er had come to the Kings fair court,
To crave any love of thee.

He fet her on a milk-white ſeed,
And himſelf upon a grey ;
He hung a bugle about his neck,
And to they rode away.

But when they came unto the place,
Where marriage rites were done,
She prov'd herſelf a Duke's daughter,
And he but a 'Squires ſon,

Now you have marry'd me, Sir Knight,
Your pleasure ſhall be free ;
If you make me a Lady of one good town,
I'll make the Lord of Three.

Ah! curled be the gold, he faid,
If thou hadt not been true,
That ſhould have parted thee from me,
To have chang'd thee for a new.

There hearts being ſo linked ſaſt,
And joined hand in hand ;

He hath both purſe and perſon too,
And all at his command.

Sing trang dildo dee.

Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church-
Yard, Baw-Lane, London.