I
As I was cast in my first sleepe,
A dreadfull draught[411] in my mind I drew,
For I was dreamèd of a young man,
Some men callèd him Yonge Andrew.
II
The moone shone bright, and it cast a fayre light:
‘Welcome,’ says she, ‘my honey, my sweete!
For I have loved thee this seven long yeare,
And our chance it was we co’ld never meete’
III
Then he tooke her in his armès two
And kissèd her both cheeke and chin,
And twise or thrise he kissèd this may[412]
Before they two did part in twin.
IV
‘Faire maid I cannot do as I wo’ld;
[Yet what I can will I pleasure thee]
Goe home and fett[413] thy father’s red gold,
And I’le goe to the church and marry thee.’
V
This ladye is gone to her father’s hall,
And well she knew where his red gold [lain],
And counted forth five hundred pound,
Besides all other jewels and chaines: