The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington

Arthur Quiller-Couch (1863–1944) · before 1800

common measure · 52 lines · from The Oxford Book of Ballads

There was a youth, and a well-belovèd youth,And he was an esquire’s son,He loved the bailiff’s daughter dear,That lived in Islington.

But she was coy, and she would not believeThat he did love her so,No, nor at any time she wouldAny countenance to him show.

But when his friends did understandHis fond and foolish mind,They sent him up to fair London,An apprentice for to bind.

And when he had been seven long years,And his love he had not seen;‘Many a tear have I shed for her sakeWhen she little thought of me.’

All the maids of IslingtonWent forth to sport and play;All but the bailiff’s daughter dear;She secretly stole away.

She put off her gown of gray,And put on her puggish attire;She’s up to fair London gone,Her true-love to require.

As she went along the road,The weather being hot and dry,There was she aware of her true-love,At length came riding by.

She stept to him, as red as any rose,And took him by the bridle-ring:‘I pray you, kind sir, give me one pennỳ,To ease my weary limb.’--

‘I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell meWhere that thou wast born?’--‘At Islington, kind sir,’ said she,‘Where I have had many a scorn.’--

‘I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell meWhether thou dost knowThe bailiff’s daughter of Islington?’--‘She’s dead, sir, long ago.’--

‘Then will I sell my goodly steed,My saddle and my bow;I will into some far countrey,Where no man doth me know.’--

‘Oh stay, O stay, thou goodly youth!She’s alive, she is not dead;Here she standeth by thy side,And is ready to be thy bride.’--

‘O farewell grief, and welcome joy,Ten thousand times and o’er!For now I have seen my own true-love,That I thought I should have seen no more.’

Words in this poem

went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.
stole n.
A long, loose garment reaching to the feet. [AS. stole, L. stola, Gr. stall. See Stall.]
penn v. t.
To write; to compose and commit to paper; to indite; to compose; as, to pen a sonnet.
prithee interj.
A corruption of pray thee; as, I prithee; generally used without I.
wast
The second person singular of the verb be, in the indicative mood, imperfect tense; -- now used only in solemn or poetical style.
goodly a.
Pleasant; agreeable; desirable. [OE. godlich, AS. g. See Good, and Like.]
steed n.
A horse, especially a spirited horse for state of war; -- used chiefly in poetry or stately prose. [OE. stede, AS. steda a stud-horse, war horse, fr. stod a stud of breeding steeds; akin to G. stute a mare, Icel. stedda, sto, a stud. *163. See Stud of horses.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Form and metre

The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington is 52 lines in 13 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.6 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 15% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 2 -A-A believe · soA · would · showA
  2. 3 -A-A understand · mindA · london · bindA
  3. 5 -A-A islington · playA · dear · awayA
  4. 6 -A-A gray · attireA · gone · requireA
  5. 7 -A-A road · dryA · love · byA
  6. 9 ABAB meA · bornB · sheA · scornB
  7. 10 -A-A me · knowA · islington · agoA
  8. 11 -A-A steed · bowA · countrey · knowA
  9. 12 --AA youth · dead · sideA · brideA
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
There was a youth, and a well-belovèd youth,10··········
And he was an esquire’s son,7····/··
He loved the bailiff’s daughter dear,8···/˘/˘·
That lived in Islington.7··˘····
But she was coy, and she would not believe10········˘/
That he did love her so,6······
No, nor at any time she would8···/˘···
Any countenance to him show.8/˘/˘˘···
But when his friends did understand8······˘/
His fond and foolish mind,6···/˘·
They sent him up to fair London,8······/˘
An apprentice for to bind.7·˘/˘···
And when he had been seven long years,8·····/··
And his love he had not seen;7·······
‘Many a tear have I shed for her sake9/········
When she little thought of me.’7··/˘···
All the maids of Islington7·······
Went forth to sport and play;6······
All but the bailiff’s daughter dear;8···/˘/˘·
She secretly stole away.7·/˘˘·˘/
She put off her gown of gray,7·······
And put on her puggish attire;9······˘/˘
She’s up to fair London gone,7····/˘·
Her true-love to require.7·····/˘
As she went along the road,7···˘/··
The weather being hot and dry,8·/˘/˘···
There was she aware of her true-love,9···˘/····
At length came riding by.6···/˘·
She stept to him, as red as any rose,10·······/˘·
And took him by the bridle-ring:8·····/˘·
‘I pray you, kind sir, give me one pennỳ,9·········
To ease my weary limb.’--6···/˘·
‘I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me9·/˘/·····
Where that thou wast born?’--5·····
‘At Islington, kind sir,’ said she,8········
‘Where I have had many a scorn.’--8····/˘··
‘I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me9·/˘/·····
Whether thou dost know5·····
The bailiff’s daughter of Islington?’--9·/˘/˘····
‘She’s dead, sir, long ago.’--6····˘/
‘Then will I sell my goodly steed,8·····/˘·
My saddle and my bow;6·/˘···
I will into some far countrey,8········
Where no man doth me know.’--6······
‘Oh stay, O stay, thou goodly youth!8·····/˘·
She’s alive, she is not dead;7·˘/····
Here she standeth by thy side,7··/˘···
And is ready to be thy bride.’--8··/˘····
‘O farewell grief, and welcome joy,8··/··/˘·
Ten thousand times and o’er!6·/˘···
For now I have seen my own true-love,9·········
That I thought I should have seen no more.’9·········

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