The Shepherd's Daughter
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โฑ๏ธ 2:40 duration
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It's of a shepherd's daughter
Tending sheep on yonder hill
A roving blade come a-riding by
And swore he'd have his will
"If you should have your will of me
Pray tell to me your name
So when my baby it is born
I might call him the same."
"Oh, some they call me Jack," he said
"And some they call me John
But when I'm in the king's own court
My name is Sweet William."
He mounted on his milk-white steed
And away from her did ride
She's lifted up her petticoats
And run close by his side
She ran till she came to the riverside
She fell on her belly and swam
She swam till she came to the other side
Took to her heels and ran
She ran till she came to the king's own court
And boldly pulled the ring
And none was so ready but the king himself
To let this fair maid in
"What brings you here, my pretty fair maid?
What brings you here?" says he
"It's of a knight in your own court
This day has robbed me."
"What has he robbed you of, fair maid?
Has he stolen all your fee?"
"No, he's robbed me of my maidenhead
That my mother has given to me."
"Well, if he be a married man
Then it's hanged he will be
But if he be a single man
His body I'll give to thee."
And he called down his merry men
All by one, by two, by three
Sweet William he came last of all
When first he used to be
And he pulled out a handful of gold
He put it all in a glove
"Take this, take this, my pretty fair miss
Go seek for another true love."
"Oh, I'll not have any of your gold
Nor any of your fee
But I will take your sweet body
That the king has granted me."
He mounted on a milk-white steed
And she upon another
They rode along the king's highway
Like sister and like brother
They rode till they came to the first fair town
He bought her a gay gold ring
And when they got to the next fair town
He gave her a gay wedding
Well, I wish I were drinking a bath of water
Instead of drinking wine
Before an old shepherd's daughter
Would have been a bride of mine
I wish I were drinking white wine
Instead of drinking red
Before an old shepherd's daughter
Would bring me to my wedding bed
Tending sheep on yonder hill
A roving blade come a-riding by
And swore he'd have his will
"If you should have your will of me
Pray tell to me your name
So when my baby it is born
I might call him the same."
"Oh, some they call me Jack," he said
"And some they call me John
But when I'm in the king's own court
My name is Sweet William."
He mounted on his milk-white steed
And away from her did ride
She's lifted up her petticoats
And run close by his side
She ran till she came to the riverside
She fell on her belly and swam
She swam till she came to the other side
Took to her heels and ran
She ran till she came to the king's own court
And boldly pulled the ring
And none was so ready but the king himself
To let this fair maid in
"What brings you here, my pretty fair maid?
What brings you here?" says he
"It's of a knight in your own court
This day has robbed me."
"What has he robbed you of, fair maid?
Has he stolen all your fee?"
"No, he's robbed me of my maidenhead
That my mother has given to me."
"Well, if he be a married man
Then it's hanged he will be
But if he be a single man
His body I'll give to thee."
And he called down his merry men
All by one, by two, by three
Sweet William he came last of all
When first he used to be
And he pulled out a handful of gold
He put it all in a glove
"Take this, take this, my pretty fair miss
Go seek for another true love."
"Oh, I'll not have any of your gold
Nor any of your fee
But I will take your sweet body
That the king has granted me."
He mounted on a milk-white steed
And she upon another
They rode along the king's highway
Like sister and like brother
They rode till they came to the first fair town
He bought her a gay gold ring
And when they got to the next fair town
He gave her a gay wedding
Well, I wish I were drinking a bath of water
Instead of drinking wine
Before an old shepherd's daughter
Would have been a bride of mine
I wish I were drinking white wine
Instead of drinking red
Before an old shepherd's daughter
Would bring me to my wedding bed