4 'I have a cloak of scarlet red,
Upon the ground I'll throwe it;
Then, lady faire, come lay thy head;
We'll play, and none shall knowe it.'
5 'O yonder stands my steed so free,
Among the cocks of hay, sir,
And if the pinner should chance to see,
He'll take my steed away, sir.'
6 'Upon my finger I have a ring,
It's made of finest gold-a,
And, lady, it thy steed shall bring
Out of the pinner's fold-a.'
7 'O go with me to my father's hall;
Fair chambers there are three, sir;
And you shall have the best of all,
And I'll your chamberlain bee, sir.'
8 He mounted himself on his steed so tall,
And her on her dapple-grey, sir,
And then they rode to her father's hall,
Fast pricking along the way, sir.
9 To her father's hall they arrived strait;
'T was moated round about-a;
She slipped herself within the gate,
And lockt the knight without-a.
10 'Here is a silver penny to spend,
And take it for your pain, sir;
And two of my father's men I'll send,
To wait on you back again, sir.'
11 He from his scabbard drew his brand,
And whet it upon his sleeve-a,
And 'Cursed,' he said, 'be every man
That will a maid believe-a!'
12 She drew a bodkin from her haire,
And whipd it upon her gown-a:
'And curst be every maiden faire
That will with men lye down-a!
13 'A tree there is, that lowly grows,
And some do call it rue, sir;
The smallest dunghill cock that crows
Would make a capon of you, sir.