She had not been in Wallington
Three quarters and a day,
Till upon the ground she could not walk,
She was a weary prey.
VIII
She had not been in Wallington
Three quarters and a night,
Till on the ground she could not walk,
She was a weary wight.
IX
‘Is there ne’er a boy into this town,
Who’ll win him hose and shoon,
That will run to fair Paddington,
And bid my mother come?’
X
Up then spake a little boy,
Near unto her a-kin:
‘Full oft I have your errands gone,
But now I will it run.’
XI
Then she call’d her waiting-maid
To bring up bread and wine:
‘Eat and drink, my bonny boy,
Thou’ll ne’er eat more of mine.