Francis James Child

“ Altho you were in, I could whistle you out.'
'O if I grant to you this thing,
Some money you unto me must bring.'
He brought her the money, and did it down tell;
She had a white cloth spread over the well. ”

“ Of a fryer that loved a bonny lass well.
fa, la, la, la, la
fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly
He came to the maid when she went to bed,
Desiring to have her maidenhead,
But she deny d his desire,
And told him that she feard hell-fire.
'Tush,' quoth the fryer, 'Thou needst not doubt
If thou wert in hell I could sing thee out:'
'Then,' quoth the maid, 'Thou shalt have thy request;'
The fryer was glad as a fox in his nest. ”