Curiosities of Street Literature. Various

child was taken up by a poor fisherman alive, and brought home till she was eleven years old.

      PART II.—How the fisherman was at an inn with some gentlemen, the cruel Knight being in the same company, and seeing the young girl come in, he asked the fisherman if she was his own daughter, who told the story of his taking her up, &c. How the cruel Knight got this poor girl away, and contrived her death a second time, and how he was prevented.

      PART III.—How the Knight contrived her death a third time; but her life was saved, by showing the Knight a ring that he flung in the sea; when the Knight saw it, found it in vain to strive against his fortune, so he married her, and made her his lady; with other things worthy of note.

      PART I.

      In York fair city a farmer did dwell,

      Who was belov’d by his neighbours full well;

      He had a good wife who was virtuous and fair,

      And by her he had a child every year.

      In seven years time six children they had,

      Which made both the father and mother’s heart glad

      But a little time after as we do hear say,

      This farmer in money and stock did decay,

      Although at one time he had riches in store,

      But a little time after he quickly grew poor.

      He strove all he could, but alas! could not thrive,

      Nor hardly could keep his poor children alive.

      But children came faster than silver or gold,

      For his wife she conceived again as I’m told,

      And when her time came in hard travail she fell,

      But if you will mind, a strange wonder I’ll tell;

      A rich noble knight did chance to ride by,

      And hearing this woman to shriek and to cry,

      He being well learned in planets and signs,

      Did look on a book which much puzzled his mind.

      For the more he did look, still the more he did read,

      And found that fate this young child had decreed,

      Who was born in that house that same hour and tide

      Had found it was she that must be his sweet bride.

      But judge how the knight was disturbed in mind,

      When he in that book his own fortune did find;

      He quickly rode home, but was sorely oppressed,

      From that very moment he could not have rest.

      All night he did tumble and toss in his bed,

      And very strange projects did run in his head:

      Then he was resolved very quickly indeed,

      To alter that fortune he found was decreed.

      With murdering heart the next morning he rose,

      And to the house of the farmer he goes:

      Then asked the man with a heart full of spite,

      If the child was alive that was born last night.

      Worthy sir, said the farmer, although I am poor,

      I had one born last night, and six long before;

      Four sons and three daughters I now have alive,

      Which are all in good health and likely to thrive.

      The Knight then replied if that seven you have,

      Let me have the youngest, I’ll keep her most brave,

      For you very well with one daughter can spare,

      Which if you will grant, I will make her my heir.

      For I am a Knight of noble degree,

      And if you will part with your child unto me,

      Full three hundred pounds unto you I will give,

      When I from your hand your daughter receive.

      The father and mother with tears in their eyes,

      Did hear this fine proffer, and were in surprise,

      And seeing the Knight was so gallant and gay,

      Presented the infant unto him that day.

      But they spoke to him with words most mild,

      We beseech you, kind sir, be good to our child;

      You need not fear it, the Knight he did say,

      For I will maintain her most gallant and gay.

      Then with this sweet baby away he did ride

      Until that he came to a broad river side,

      With cruelty bent, he resolved indeed,

      To drown the young infant that moment with speed.

      Says he if you live you must needs be my wife,

      But I am resolved to bereave you of live:

      For ’till you are dead I no other can have,

      Therefore you shall lie in a watery grave.

      In speaking these words, that moment, they say,

      He flung the sweet babe in the river straightway;

      And being well pleased when this he had done,

      Did leap on his horse and quickly ride home.

      But mind how good fortune did for her provide,

      For the child was drove safe on her back by the tide,

      There was a man fishing, as fortune would have,

      Who saw the child floating upon the salt wave.

      He soon took her up, but he was in amaze,

      He kissed her, and blessed her, and on her did gaze,

      And seeing he ne’er had a child in his life,

      He presently carried her home to his wife.

      His wife she was pleased the child for to see,

      And said, my dear husband, be ruled by me;

      Since we have no child, if you let me alone,

      We’ll keep this sweet baby, and call it our own.

      The good man consented, as I have been told,

      And spared nothing—neither silver nor gold;

      Until she was aged eleven full years,

      And then her sweet beauty began to appear.

      PART II.

      The fisherman was one time at an inn,

      And several gentlemen drinking with him,

      The wife sent this girl to call her man home.

      But when she did into the drinking room come,

      The gentlemen all were amazed to see

      The fisherman’s daugter so full of beauty,

      They presently ask’d him if she was his own,

      So he told the whole story before he went home:

      As I was a fishing within my own bound,

      One Monday morn this sweet baby I found;