26 'God save you, dear son,
Lord may your keeper be!
Where is my daughter fair,
that used to walk with thee?'
27 He turnd his head round about,
the tears did fill his ee:
''T is a month,' he said, 'since she
took her chambers from me.'
28 She went on ...
and there were in the hall
Four and twenty ladies,
letting the tears down fall.
29 Her daughter had a scope
into her cheek and into her chin,
All to keep her life
till her dear mother came.
30 'Come take the rings off my fingers,
the skin it is so white,
And give them to my mother dear,
for she was all the wite.
31 'Come take the rings off my fingers,
the veins they are so red,
Give them to Sir William Fenwick,
I'm sure his heart will bleed.'
32 She took out a razor
that was both sharp and fine,
And out of her left side has taken
the heir of Wallington.
33 There is a race in Wallington,
and that I rue full sare;
Tho the cradle it be full spread up,
the bride-bed is left bare.
B
Herd's MSS: a, I, 186; b, II, 89.