The book of British ballads . Wherefore in great sorrow faire Bessee did say,4 Good father, and mother, let me goe awayTo seeke out my fortune, whereever itt suite then they granted to pretty Bessee. Then Bessee, that was of bewtye soe bright,All cladd in gray russett, and late in the night,From father and mother alone parted shee ;Who sighed and sobbed for pretty Bessee. Shee went till shee came to Stratford-le-Bow ;Then knew shee not whither, nor which way to goe :With teares shee lamented her hard destinie,So sadd and soe heavy was pretty Bessee. Shee kept on her journey untill it w
The book of British ballads . Wherefore in great sorrow faire Bessee did say,4 Good father, and mother, let me goe awayTo seeke out my fortune, whereever itt suite then they granted to pretty Bessee. Then Bessee, that was of bewtye soe bright,All cladd in gray russett, and late in the night,From father and mother alone parted shee ;Who sighed and sobbed for pretty Bessee. Shee went till shee came to Stratford-le-Bow ;Then knew shee not whither, nor which way to goe :With teares shee lamented her hard destinie,So sadd and soe heavy was pretty Bessee. Shee kept on her journey untill it was day,And went unto Rumford along the hye way ;Where at the Queenes armes entertained was shee :So faire and wel favoured was pretty Bessee. Shee had not been there one month to an end,But master and mistress and all was her friend :And every brave gallant, that once did her see,Was strait-way in love with pretty Bessee. Great gifts they did send her of silver and gold,And in their songs daylye her love was extold;Her bewtye
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