"Since it is so, where shall we go
A match for thee to find,
That art so fair and beautiful,
That none can suit thy mind?" 60
With scorn and pride she answer made,
"You'll ne'er choice one for me,
Nor will I wed against my mind,
For all their high degree."
The brave Agnew, whose heart was true, 65
A solemn vow did make,
Never to love a woman more
All for that lady's sake.
To counsel this lady was deaf,
To judgement she was blind, 70
Which griev'd her tender parents dear,
And troubled sore their mind.
From the Isle of Man a courter came,
And a false young man was he,
With subtile heart and flatt'ring tongue, 75
To court this fair lady.
This young man was a bold outlaw,
A robber and a thief,
But soon he gain'd this lady's heart,
Which caused all their grief. 80
"O will you wed," her mother said,
"A man you do not know,
For to break your parents' heart,
With shame but and with woe?"
"Yes, I will go with him," she said, 85
"Either by land or sea;
For he's the man I've pitchéd on
My husband for to be."
"O let her go," her father said,
"For she shall have her will; 90
My curse and mallison she's got,
For to pursue her still."
"Your curse, father, I don't regard,
Your blessing I'll ne'er crave;
To the man I love I'll constant prove, 95
And never him deceive."