  IThe maid she went to the well to washe, Dew fell off her lily-white fleshe. IIWhite she washte, and white she rong White she hang’d on the hazel wand. IIIThere came an old palmer by the way, Says, ‘God speed thee well, thou fair may.’ IV‘Has tow either cup or can, To give an old palmer drink therein?’ VSays, ‘I have neither cup nor can, To give an old palmer drink therein.’ VI‘But an thy leman Cups and cans thou wilt find soon.’ VIIShe swore by God and good Saint John Leman she had never none. VIIISays, ‘Peace, fair maid, you are forsworne, NinÈ children you have borne. IX‘Three were buryed under thy bed’s head, Other three under thy brewing lead X‘Other three play on yon greene; Count, maid, and there be nine.’— XI‘But I hope you are the good old man That all the world beleeves upon. XII‘Old palmer, I pray thee, Penaunce that thou wilt give to me.’— XIII‘Penaunce I can give thee none But seven year to be a stepping-stone. XIVOther seven a clapper in a bell, Other seven to lead an ape in hell. XVWhen thou hast thy penaunce done, Then thou’st come a mayden home.’ |
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