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APPENDIX TO THE 



At the fair t'other (lay, 



As she pass'd by me, 

 She look'd another way, 



And would not spy me. 

 I woo'd her for to dine, 



But could not get her ; 

 Dick had her to the Vine, 



He migH entreat her. 

 With Daniel she did dance, 

 On me she wou'd not glance, 

 Oh ! thrice unhappy chance, 

 PI) illida flouts me. 



Fair maid, be not so coy, 



Do not disdain me ; 

 I am my mother's joy, 



Sweet, entertain me. 

 I shall have, when she dies, 



All things that's fitting, 

 Her poultry and her bees, 



And her goose sitting ; 

 A pair of mattress beds, 

 A barrel full of shreds : 

 And yet for all these goods, 

 Phillida flouts me. 



I often heard her say, 



That she lov'd posies ; 

 In the last month of May 



I gave her roses ; 

 Cowslips and gilly-flowers, 



And the sweet lily, 

 I got to deck the bowers 



Of my dear Philly : 

 She did them all disdain, 

 And threw them back again ; 

 Therefore 'tis flat and plain, 

 Phillida flouts me. 



Thou shalt eat curds-and-creim. 



All the year lasting, 

 And drink the crystal stream, 



Pleasant in tasting ; 

 Swig whey until you burst, 



Eat bramble-berries, 



Pie-lid and pastry crust, 



Pears, plums, and cherries ; 

 Thy garments shall be thin, 

 Made of a wether's skin, 

 Yet all's not worth a pin, 



Phillida flouts me. 



Which way soe'er I go, 



She still torments me ; 

 And whatsoe'er I do, 



Nothing contents me ; 

 I fade and pine away 



With grief and sorrow : 

 \ fall quite to decay, 



Like any shadow ; 

 I shall be dead, I fear, 

 Within a thousand year, 

 And all because my dear 



Phillida flouts me. 



Fair maiden, have a care, 



And in time take me ; 

 I can have those as fair, 



If you forsake me : 

 There's Doll the dairymaid 



Smil'd on me lately, 

 And wanton Winnifred 



Favours me greatly ; 

 One throws milk on my clothes. 

 T'other plays with my nose ; 

 What pretty toys are those? 

 Phillida flouts me. 



She hath a cloth of mine, 



Wrought with blue Coventry, 

 Which she keeps as a sign 



Of my fidelity ; 

 But if she frowns on me, 



She ne'er shall wear it ; 

 I'll give it my maid Joan, 



And she shall tear it. 

 Since 'twill no better be, 

 I'll bear it patiently ; 

 Yet all the world may see 



Phillida flouts me. 



CHEVY CHASE. 



The length of this well-known ballad prevents its being reprinted here. 

 It will be found in " Percy's Reliques," as well as in several other collec- 

 tions. 



JOHNNY ARMSTRONG 

 (From Ritson's Ancient Songs and Ballads, ed. 1829, vol. ii. p 

 where it is entitled "John Armstrong's Last Good-Night.") 



215, 



With their goodly belts about their necks, 

 With hats and feathers all alike. 



Is there never a man in all Scotland, 



From the highest estate to the lowest 



degree, . The king he writes a loving letter, 



That can show himself now before the king, And with his own hand so ten derly, 



Scotland is so full of treachery ? And hath sent ; t unto j o hnny Armstrong, 



Yes, there is a man in Westmoreland, To come and speak with him speedily. 



And John Armstrong they do him call, 

 He has no lands nor rents coming in, 



Yet he keeps eight-score men within his 

 hall. 



He has horses and harness for them all, 

 And goodly steeds that be milk-white, 



When John he look'd this letter upon, 

 Good lord, he look'd as blithe as a bird in 



a tree : 



" I was never before a king in my life, 

 My father, my grandfather, nor none of 

 us three. 





