There was a lord lived in this town
Who had a fair and lovely daughter
She was courted by a fine young man,
Who was a servant to her father.
But when her parents came to know,
They swore they'd drive him
from the island.
But this made she knew
that her heart would break
If she should part from
young Mattiland
Straightway unto his room she goes
Into his room him to awaken
Sing, and go, my own true love,
This very night you will be taken.
I overheard my father say,
In spite of me he would transport you.
So I rise and go,
my own true love,
I wish to God I'd gone before you.
Ah, must I go, he said to her,
Ah, must I go without my wages,
With ne 'er a penny in my purse,
Just like some poor for
lorn stranger.
Here's fifty guineas in bright gold,
And that's far more than father owes you.
So arise and go, my own true love
I wished to God I'd gone before you
They both sat down upon the bed
Just side by side for one half hour
And not a word did either say,
But down their cheeks
the tears did shower.
She slayed her head all on his breast,
As round his waist her arms entwined.
I'll wait for you, my young Matilda
The Lord discussed with
his daughter dear
One night alone in her bedchamber,
Saying, I'll give you leave
to bring him back,
Since there are none yestile above him.
She wrote a letter, then in haste,
For him her heart was still entwined.
She's brought him back
to the church they went,
And she's made a lord of
young Matthew. you