The Northern Way

The Norse King's Bridal

THE GYPSY'S BRIDE

There lived a gentle maiden all by the water
        wan;
She was the fairest maiden that e'er the sun
        shone on.
(Oh, oh, ha! all by the water wan!
She was the fairest maiden that e'er the sun
        shone on.)

To her there came a-wooing five princes fair
        and tall;
Yet they were not so beauteous but she denied
        'em all.

To her came a-wooing five counts so fair
        and tall;
Yet they were not so beauteous but she denied
        'em all.

To her there came a-wooing five franklins fair
        and tall;
Yet they were not so beauteous but she denied
        'em all.

There came a cunning gipsy a-roaming to the
        town,
They gave him gold and guerdon to bring her
        pride adown.

"Now lend to me a saddle, a mantle, and a
        beast,
And I'll ride a-wooing, as proud as any
        priest!"

He rode, the cunning gipsy, unto the castle
        fair;
There she stood, the maiden, a-combing of her
        hair.

"Good-morrow, my lady, so fair, and so fine!
Say, wilt thou come to be true-love o'
        mine?"
"Away with thee, thou gipsy! I scorn thy
        words so free!
Counts and mighty princes have come a-
        wooing me!"

"Good sooth, I am no gipsy, tho' thou biddest
        me begone;
I am the proudest king's son that e'er the
        sun shone on.

"I have goodly acres, and fields so fair and
        broad;
I have serving maidens, who shall spread thy
        board.

"I have a goodly garden of herbs a-growing
        green,
Where thou, my love, shalt wander, out and
        in.

"I have three dappled palfrey's a-tossing of
        their crest,
That thou and I, my sweetheart,may ride
        among the best."

When the wedding now was over, and all the
        feasting done,
Then asked the lovely maiden his lands to
        look upon.

"Where are thy goodly acres, and where thy
        lands so broad"
And where are all thy serving-maids, for us
        shall spread the board?"

"I have no goodly acres, I have no lands so
        broad;
And never have I eaten at an honest man his
        board.

I have no goodly garden of herbs a-growing
        green;
Thro' all men's courts I wander, out and in.
"I have no dappled palfrey's, a-tossing of their
        crest;
But only my long hunting-knife, of all my
        goods the best!"

And she may laugh, the lady, or she may
        weep for woe,
But the gipsy she must follow, wherever he
        may go.

The lady must turn up her silken sleeves so
        gay,
And help that cunning gipsy the slaughtered
        beasts to flay.

Now must she quit her kirtle and her silken
        sark so fair,
For silken sark and kirtle she nevermore
        shall wear.
(Oh, oh, ha! her silken sark so fair!
For silken sark and kirtle she nevermore
        shall wear.)

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