SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST. 227 So slowly, slowly, she came up, And slowly she came nye him; He turnd his face unto her strait, If on your death-bed you doe lye, He turnd his face unto the wall, As she was walking ore the fields, She turnd her bodye round about, Laye down, laye down the corps, she sayd, From an ancient black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection, with some improvements communicated by a lady as she had heard the same recited in her youth. The full title is, "True love requited: Or, the Bailiff's daughter of Islington." Islington in Norfolk is probably the place here meant. An ingenious friend thinks the rhymes Dyand and Lyand ought to be transposed: as the taunt Young man, I think ye're lyand, would be very characteristical, 8. THE LADY'S FALL, -is given (with corrections) from the editor's ancient folio MS. collated with two printed copies in black-letter; one in the British Museum, the other in the Pepys Collection. Its old title is, "A lamentable ballad of the Lady's fall." To the tune of "In Pescod Time, &c."-The ballad here referred to is preserved in the " Muses Library," 8vo. p. 281. It is an allegory or vision, intitled, "The Shepherd's Slumber," and opens with some pretty rural images, viz. Long was she wooed, ere shee was wonne, 5 Soe shall I scape dishonour quite ; But feare not any further harme; 65 70 |