Ah think of her that went wi' me
Upon the banks o' Swale.
And spurn syke wooers that wad woo
Ye to become their wife,
For knaw 'e this, if ye do
Ye 'd ruined be for life.[208]
THE CHASE OF THE BLACK FOX.
This ballad, communicated by Mr. Wm. Grainge,[209] of Minskip, has never been printed, and is little known. The tradition on which it is founded is yet related by old people in the midland parts of Yorkshire, and the incidents recited in the narrative are very nearly those related by the tongue of "hoary eld."
Listen, Yorkshire gentlemen,