13 She drew her handkerchief out of her pocket,
And threw it upon the ground, sir,
Saying, Thrice cursed be to evry maid
That will believe a man, sir!
14 We have a tree in our garden,
Some call it of rosemary, sir;
There's crowing-cocks in our town,
That will make a capon of you, sir.
15 We have a flower in our garden,
Some call it a marygold, sir,
And he that would not when he might,
He shall not when he would, sir.
16 But if you chance for to meet a maid,
A little below the town, sir,
You must not fear her gay cloathing,
Nor the wrinkling of her gown, sir.
17 And if you chance for to meet a maid,
A little below the hill, sir,
You need not fear her screeking out,
For she quickly will lye still, sir.
18 The baffld knight was by the lass
Ingeniously outwitted,
And since that time it came to pass
He was again well fitted.
19 As he was riding cross a plain,
In boots, spurs, hat and feather,
He met that lady fair again;
They talkd a while together.
20 He said, Tho you did serve me so,
And cunningly decoy me,
Yet now, before you further go,
I must and will enjoy thee.
21 'T was near a spacious river's side,
Where rushes green were growing,
And Neptune's silver streams did glide,
Four fathom waters flowing.
22 The lady blushd like scarlet red,
And trembled at this stranger:
'How shall I guard my maidenhead
From this approaching danger!'