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 Thy maid wrought them both, she’s my daughter dear

I have not heard from her till now these three year.

To pay a visit to some neighbouring prince

I sent her in ship, and have ne’er seen her since;

And I was afraid the sea had proved her grave,

But I heard to Turkey she was taken a slave.

For the loss of my child, who I thought was kill’d,

A well full of tears in my court has been spill’d;

My princess, her mother, could for her not rest,

Her loss drew millions of sighs from her breast.

Thy ship shall be richly loaded with speed,

And I’ll send a ship for her convoy indeed;

Because of thy love, thou sav’d my child’s life,

Bring her alive to me, I’ll make her thy wife:

And if thou should’st not live to bring her to me,

Whoe’er brings her home his bride she shall be;

And twenty thousand a year you shall have,

That ventur’d my dear child’s life for to save.

The ship being loaded, their anchor was weighing,

And he with his convoy came over the main,

To fair London city, and home he did go,

And gave this young princess these tidings to know.

said, Noble lady, I have good news to tell,

The old prince, your father, and mother’s both well,

And your royal parents this thing have design’d,

In the bond of wedlock we both should be join’d ;

Perhaps, noble lady, you would not agree.

To marry a poor man, especially me.