As I was cast in my ffirst sleepe,
A dreadffull draught in my mind I drew;
For I was dreamed of one yong man,
Some men called him yonge Andrew.

The moone shone bright, and itt cast a ffayre light;
Sayes shee, Welcome, my honey, my hart, and my sweete!
For I haue loued thee this seuen long yeere,
And our chance itt was wee cold neuer meete.

Then he tooke her in his armes two,
And kissed her both cheeke and chin;
And twice or thrice he pleased this may
Before they tow did part in twinn;

Saies, Now, good Sir, you haue had your will,
You can demand no more of mee;
Good Sir, Remember what you said before,
And goe to the church and marry mee.

Faire maid, I cannott doe as I wold
[Till I am got to my own country];
Goe home and fett thy fathers redd gold,
And Ile goe to the church and marry thee.

This Ladye is gone to her ffathers hall,
And well she knew where his red gold lay,
And counted fforth fiue hundred pound
Besides all other Iuells and chaines,

And brought itt all to younge Andrew;
Itt was well counted vpon his knee.
Then he tooke her by the Lillye white hand,
And led her vp to one hill soe hye.

Shee had vpon a gowne of blacke veluett--
A pittyffull sight after yee shall see;
Put of thy clothes, bonny wenche, he sayes,
For noe ffoote further thoust gang with me.

But then shee put of her gowne of veluett
With many a salt teare from her eye,
And in a kirtle of ffine breaden silke
Shee stood beffore young Andrews eye.

Sais, O put off thy kirtle of silke;
For some and all shall goe with mee;
And to my owne Lady I must itt beare,
Who I must needs loue better then thee.

Then shee put of her kirtle of silke
With many a salt teare still ffrom her eye;
In a peticoate of scarlett redd
She stood before young Andrewes eye.

Saies, O put of thy peticoate;
For some and all of itt shall goe with mee;
And to my owne Lady I will itt beare,
Which dwells soe ffarr in a strange countrye.

But then shee put of her peticoate
With many a salt teare still ffrom her eye;
And in a smocke of braue white silke
Shee stood before young Andrews eye.

Saies, O put of they smocke of silke;
For some and all shall goe with mee;
Vnto my owne Ladye I will it beare,
That dwells soe ffarr in a strange countrye.

Sayes, O remember, young Andrew,
Once of a woman you were borne;
And ffor that birth that Marye bore
I pray you let my smocke be vpon.

Yes, ffayre Ladye, I know itt well,
Once of a woman I as borne;
Yet ffor noe birth that Marye bore
Thy smocke shall not be left here vpon.

But then shee put of her head geere ffine,
Shee hadd billaments worth a hundred pound;
The hayre that was vpon this bony wench head
Couered her bodye downe to the ground.

Then he pulled forth a Scottish brand
And held itt there in his owne right hand;
Saies, Whether wilt thou dye vpon my swords point, Ladye,
Or throw wilt goe naked home againe?

[O] liffe is sweet, then sir, said shee,
Therfore I pray you leaue mee with mine;
Before I wold dye on your swords point
I had rather goe naked home againe.

My ffather, she sayes, is a right good Erle
As any remaines in his countrye;
If euer he doe your body take
Your sure to fflower a galloe tree.

And I haue seuen brethren, shee sayes,
And they are all hardy men and bold;
Giff euer they doe your body take
You must neuer gang quicke ouer the mold.

If your ffather be a right good Erle
As any remaines in his owne countrye,
Tush! he shall neuer my body take,
Ile gang soe ffast ouer the sea.

If you haue seuen brethren, he sayes
If they be neuer soe hardy or bold,
Tush! they shall neuer my body take,
Ile gang soe ffast into the Scottish mold.

Now this Ladye is gone to her ffathers hall
when euery body their rest did take;
But the Erle which was her ffather [deere]
Lay waken for his deere daughters sake.

But who is that, her ffather can say,
That soe priuilye knowes that pinn?
Its Hellen, your owne deere daughter, ffather;
I pray you rise and lett me in.

Noe, by my hood, quoth her ffather then,
My [house] thoust neuer come within,
Without I had my red gold againe.

Nay, your gold is gone, father, said shee.
Then naked thou came into this world,
And naked thou shalt returne againe.

Nay, God fforgaue his death, father, shee syes,
And soe I hope you will doe mee.
Away, away, thou cursed woman;
I pray God an ill death thou may dye!

Shee stood soe long quacking on the ground
Till her hart itt burst in three,
And then shee ffell dead downe in a swound;
And this was the end of this bonny Ladye.

In the morning when her ffather gott vp,
A pittyffull sight there he might see;
His owne deere daughter was dead without Clothes:
The teares they trickeled fast ffrom his eye.

Sais, Fye of gold, and ffye of fee,
For I sett soe much by my red gold
That now itt hath lost both my daughter and mee!

But after this time he neere dought good day,
But as flowers doth fade in the ffrost
Sie he did wast and weare away.

But let vs leaue talking of this Ladye,
And talke some more of young Andrew,
For ffalse he was to this bonny Ladye;
More pitty that itt had not beene true.

He was not gone a mile into the wild forrest
Or halfe a mile into the hart of Wales,
But there they cought him by such a braue wyle
That hee must come to tell noe more tales.

Full soone a wolfe did of him smell,
And shee came roaring like a beare
And gaping like a ffeend of hell.

Soe they ffought together like two Lyons
And fire betweene them two glashet out;
They raught eche other such a great rappe
That there young Andrew was slaine, well I wott.

But now young Andrew he is dead;
But he was neuer buyed vnder mold,
For ther as the wolfe devoured him
There lyes all this great erles gold.