The book of British ballads . rth with his fortune did never agree ; And therefore, blind beggar, wee pray thee bewray,(And looke that the truth to us thou doe say)Thy birth and thy parentage, what itt may bee,For the love that thou bearest to pretty Bessee. Then give mee leave, nobles and gentles, each one,A song more to sing, and then I 11 begone,And if that I do not winn your good report,Then doe not give me a groat for my sport. Sir Simon de Montfort my subject shall bee :Once chiefe of all the great barons was hee,Yett fortune so cruelle this lorde did abase,Nowe loste and forgotten are h
The book of British ballads . rth with his fortune did never agree ; And therefore, blind beggar, wee pray thee bewray,(And looke that the truth to us thou doe say)Thy birth and thy parentage, what itt may bee,For the love that thou bearest to pretty Bessee. Then give mee leave, nobles and gentles, each one,A song more to sing, and then I 11 begone,And if that I do not winn your good report,Then doe not give me a groat for my sport. Sir Simon de Montfort my subject shall bee :Once chiefe of all the great barons was hee,Yett fortune so cruelle this lorde did abase,Nowe loste and forgotten are hee and his race. When the barons in armes did King Henrye oppose,Sir Simon de Montfort their leader they chose :A leader of courage undaunted was hee,And oft-times hee made their enemyes flee. At length in the battle on Eveshame plaine The barons were routed, and Montfort was slaine : Most fatall that battel did prove unto thee, Though thou wast not borne then, my pretty Bessee! —m 82 y) Wbt aSegprs Bauctta of 3Srtmall Along with the nobles, that fell at that tyde,His eldest sonne Henrye, who fought by his side,Was felde by a blowe, hee receivde in the fight:A blowe that deprivde him for ever of sight. Among the dead bodyes all lifelesse hee laye,Till evening drewe on of the following daye,When by a younge ladye discovered was hee ;—And this was thy mother, my pretty Bessee. A barons faire daughter stept forth in the night,To search for her father, who fell in the fight,And seeing younge Montfort, where gasping hee laye,Was moved with pitye, and brought him awaye. In secrette shee nurst him, and swaged his paine,While hee through the realme was beleevd to be slaine:At length his faire bride shee consented to bee,And made him glad father of pretty Bessee. And nowe lest oure foes our lives sholde betraye,Wee clothed ourselves in beggars arraye :Her jewelles shee solde, and hither came wee :All our comfort and care was our pretty Bessee. And here have wee lived in fortun
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