Francis James Child

“ Adiew, my lady and only joy!
And, trust me, I maunna stay with thee.
'Adiew, fair Eskdale, up and down,
Where my poor friends do dwell!
The bangisters will ding them down,
And will them sore compel. ”

“ About my faither's house,
And walk into these gardines green,
In my arms I'll the embraice.
'Ten thousand times I'll kiss thy face;
Make sport, and let's be mery:'
'I thank you, lady, fore your kindness ”