"At Islington, kind sir," said she,
"Where I have had many a scorn."
"I pry thee, sweet-heart, then tell to me,
O tell me, whether you know
The bailiff's 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 country,
Where no man shall me know."