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		<title>The Bailiff&#039;s Daughter of Islington</title>
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		<updated>2007-03-11T22:57:20Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Chris (Yorkie) Bartram: /* The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The following appears in Percy&#039;s Reliques (1765).  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a youth, and a well belov&#039;d youth and he was a squire&#039;s son.&lt;br /&gt;
He loved the bailiff&#039;s daughter dear that lived in Islington.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was coy, and she would not believe that he did love her so,&lt;br /&gt;
No, nor at any time she would any countenance to him show.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when his friends did understand, his fond and foolish mind,&lt;br /&gt;
They sent him up to fair London, an apprentice for to bind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when he had been seven long years and his love he had not seen,&lt;br /&gt;
Many a tear have I shed for her sake, when she little thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All the maids of Islington went forth to sport and play;&lt;br /&gt;
All but the bailiff&#039;s daughter dear; she secretly stole away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She put off her gown of grey and put on her puggish attire;&lt;br /&gt;
She&#039;s up to fair London gone, her true-love to require.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As she went along the road, the weather being hot and dry,&lt;br /&gt;
There was she aware of her true-love, at length come riding by.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She stept to him, as red as any rose and took him by the bridle ring;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I pray you, kind sir, give me one penny, to ease my weary limb.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me where that thou wast born?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;At Islington, kind sir,&amp;quot; said she, &amp;quot;where I have had many a scorn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me whether thou dost know&lt;br /&gt;
The bailiff&#039;s daughter of Islington?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;She&#039;s dead, sir, long ago.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then will I sell my goodly steed, my saddle and my bow;&lt;br /&gt;
I will into some far country where no man doth me know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth! She&#039;s alive, she is not dead;&lt;br /&gt;
Here she standeth by thy side and is ready to be thy bride.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Chris (Yorkie) Bartram</name></author>
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	<entry>
		<id>https://folkopedia.info/index.php?title=The_Bailiff%27s_Daughter_of_Islington&amp;diff=1901</id>
		<title>The Bailiff&#039;s Daughter of Islington</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://folkopedia.info/index.php?title=The_Bailiff%27s_Daughter_of_Islington&amp;diff=1901"/>
		<updated>2007-03-11T22:56:42Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Chris (Yorkie) Bartram: /* The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington *from Percy&amp;#039;s Reliques&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following appears in Percy&#039;s Reliques (1765).  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a youth, and a well belov&#039;d youth and he was a squire&#039;s son.&lt;br /&gt;
He loved the bailiff&#039;s daughter dear that lived in Islington.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was coy, and she would not believe that he did love her so,&lt;br /&gt;
No, nor at any time she would any countenance to him show.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when his friends did understand, his fond and foolish mind,&lt;br /&gt;
They sent him up to fair London, an apprentice for to bind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when he had been seven long years and his love he had not seen,&lt;br /&gt;
Many a tear have I shed for her sake, when she little thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All the maids of Islington went forth to sport and play;&lt;br /&gt;
All but the bailiff&#039;s daughter dear; she secretly stole away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She put off her gown of grey and put on her puggish attire;&lt;br /&gt;
She&#039;s up to fair London gone, her true-love to require.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As she went along the road, the weather being hot and dry,&lt;br /&gt;
There was she aware of her true-love, at length come riding by.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She stept to him, as red as any rose and took him by the bridle ring;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I pray you, kind sir, give me one penny, to ease my weary limb.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me where that thou wast born?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;At Islington, kind sir,&amp;quot; said she, &amp;quot;where I have had many a scorn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me whether thou dost know&lt;br /&gt;
The bailiff&#039;s daughter of Islington?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;She&#039;s dead, sir, long ago.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then will I sell my goodly steed, my saddle and my bow;&lt;br /&gt;
I will into some far country where no man doth me know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth! She&#039;s alive, she is not dead;&lt;br /&gt;
Here she standeth by thy side and is ready to be thy bride.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Chris (Yorkie) Bartram</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://folkopedia.info/index.php?title=The_Bailiff%27s_Daughter_of_Islington&amp;diff=1900</id>
		<title>The Bailiff&#039;s Daughter of Islington</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://folkopedia.info/index.php?title=The_Bailiff%27s_Daughter_of_Islington&amp;diff=1900"/>
		<updated>2007-03-11T22:54:39Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Chris (Yorkie) Bartram: New page:  == The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington ==  The following appears in Percy&amp;#039;s Reliques (1765).    There was a youth, and a well belov&amp;#039;d youth and he was a squire&amp;#039;s son, He loved the baili...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
== The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following appears in Percy&#039;s Reliques (1765).  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a youth, and a well belov&#039;d youth and he was a squire&#039;s son,&lt;br /&gt;
He loved the bailiff&#039;s daughter dear that lived in Islington.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was coy, and she would not believe that he did love her so,&lt;br /&gt;
No, nor at any time she would any countenance to him show.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when his friends did understand, his fond and foolish mind,&lt;br /&gt;
They sent him up to fair London, an apprentice for to bind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when he had been seven long years and his love he had not seen,&lt;br /&gt;
Many a tear have I shed for her sake, when she little thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All the maids of Islington went forth to sport and play;&lt;br /&gt;
All but the bailiff&#039;s daughter dear; she secretly stole away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She put off her gown of grey and put on her puggish attire;&lt;br /&gt;
She&#039;s up to fair London gone, her true-love to require.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As she went along the road, the weather being hot and dry,&lt;br /&gt;
There was she aware of her true-love, at length come riding by.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She stept to him, as red as any rose and took him by the bridle ring;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I pray you, kind sir, give me one penny, to ease my weary limb.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me where that thou wast born?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;At Islington, kind sir,&amp;quot; said she, &amp;quot;where I have had many a scorn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me whether thou dost know&lt;br /&gt;
The bailiff&#039;s daughter of Islington?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;She&#039;s dead, sir, long ago.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then will I sell my goodly steed, my saddle and my bow;&lt;br /&gt;
I will into some far country where no man doth me know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth! She&#039;s alive, she is not dead;&lt;br /&gt;
Here she standeth by thy side and is ready to be thy bride.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Chris (Yorkie) Bartram</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://folkopedia.info/index.php?title=Temporary_Store&amp;diff=1899</id>
		<title>Temporary Store</title>
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		<updated>2007-03-11T22:53:09Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Chris (Yorkie) Bartram: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;To use this temporary store............&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* enter the edit page&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* decide the title for your new page and put it at the bottom of the list in double square brackets.  &amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt; [[New Page]]&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* put a sentence of explanation by it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* save the edit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* click on the title which will be highlighted in red&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* start to make your new page and when it&#039;s done.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* alert johnadams@imailbox.com and we&#039;ll put it on the list for placement.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* when your page is in place the title will be highlighted in blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==New Contributions List==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Meere]] A music publisher mention in Frank Kidson&#039;s directory&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[John Meredith]] Australian Collector&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Old England She Needs Soldiers]] military recruiting song collected 1992.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[The Bailiff&#039;s Daughter of Islington]] from Percy&#039;s Reliques&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Chris (Yorkie) Bartram</name></author>
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