Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	duke_n	great_a	king_n	24,098	5	4.0248	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05086	The Rarest ballad that ever was seen, of the blind beggars daughter of Bednall-green.		1658-1664? (1664)	Wing R280C; ESTC R182364	4,268	1

of every degree And all for the fame of pretty Bessee To Church then went this gallant young Knight His bride followed after like a Lady most bright With Troops of Ladies the like was nere seen As went with sweet Bessee of Bednal-green This wedding being solemnizal ●●en With musick perform●d by skilfull men The Nobles and Gentiles sate down at that Tide Each one beholding the beautifull bride But after this sumptuous d … e● was done To talk and to reasons a number begun Of the b●ind beggers daughter most bright and what with his daughter he gave to the Knight Then speak the Nobles much marvell have we The tolly blind begger we cannot here see My Lords quoth the bride my father●● so base He 's loath with his presence these states to disgrace The praise of a woman in question to brin● Before her own face here were a flattering thing We think thy fathers basenesse quoth they Might by thy beauty be clean put away They had no sooner those picasant words spoke But in comes the begger in a silken Cloke A Velvet cap and a feather had he and now a musitian for sooth he would be and being led in from catching of harm He had a dainty Lute under his arm Said please you hear any musick of me a song I will sing you of pretty Bessee With that his Lute he twanged straightway and thereon began most sweetly to play and after a Lesson was plaid two ●o three he strain'd out this song most delicately A Beggers daughter did dwell on a gréen Who for her beauty may well be a Quéen A blyth boony lass and dainty was she And many a one called her pretty Bessee Her Father had no goods nor no lands But beg'd for a penny all day with his hands and yet for her marriage he gave thosand thrée Yet still hath some what for pretty Bessee And if any one her birth do disdain Her Father is ready with might and with main To prove she is come of a noble degre Therefore let none flout at my prety Bessée With that the Lords and company round With hearty laughter was ready to soun At last said the Lords full well we may sée The bride and the beggers beholding to thee With that the bride all blushing did rise With the salt water within her fair eyes Pardon my Father grave Nobles quoth she That through blind affection thus doteth on me If this be thy Father the Nobles did say Well may he be proud of this happy day Yet by his countenance well we may sée His birth with his fortnne did never agrée And therefore blind begger we pray thee bewray And look that the truth to us thou do say Thy birth and thy parentage what it might be Euen for the loue thou bearest to pretty B●ssee Then giue me leaue you Gentiles each one A Song more to sing and then I le be gone And if that I do not win good report then do not giue me a groat for my sport WHen fi●st our King his fame did advance fought for his title delicate France In many places great perils past he Buth th●n was not born my pretty bessee And in those wars went over to fight M●ny a brave Duke a Lord and a Knight with ●hem yong Monford of courage so free but then was not born my pretty bessee there did yong Monford by a blow o' th face Loose both his eyes in a very short space His life had also been gone with his sight Had not a vong woman come fo●th in the night Among the slain men her fancy did move To search and to seek for her own true love Who seeing yong Montford there gasping to ly she saved his life through her charity And then all our victuals in beggers attire At hands of go●d people we then did require At last into England as now it is seen We came and remained at bednal green And thus we have lived in fortunes despight Though poor yet conented with humble delite And in my old years a comfort to be God sent me a daughter cal'd pretty bessee And thus you nobles my song I do end Hoping the same no man doth offend Full forty long winters thus have I been A silly blind begger of bednal green Now when the company every one Did hear the strange tale in song he had shown They were all amazed as well they migh be Both at the blind begger and pretty Bessee With that the fair bride they then did imbrace Saying you are come of an honourable Race Thy Father likewise of a high degree And thou as worthy a Lady to be Thus was the feast ended with joy and delight A happy Bridegroom was made the young Knight Who lived in joy and felicity With his fair Lady pretty Bessee Printed for F. Coles T Vere and W. Gilbertson