The little serving maid

There was a Queen of England,

And a good Queen too.

She had a house in Powis Land

With the Severn running through;

And Men-folk and Women-folk

Apprenticed to a trade;

But the prettiest of all

Was a Little Serving Maid.

"Oh Madam, Queen of England!

Oh will you let me go!

For there's a Lad in London

And he would have it so.

And I would have it too, Madam,

And with him would I bide;

And he will be the Groom, Madam,

And I shall be the Bride!"

"Oh fie to you and shame to you,

You Little Serving Maid!

And are you not astonied?

And are you not afraid?

For never was it known

Since Yngelonde began

That a Little Serving Maid

Should go a-meeting of a man!"

Then the Little Serving Maid

She went and laid her down,

With her cross and her bede,

In her new courting gown.

And she called in Mother Mary's name

And heavily she sighed:

"I think that I have come to shame!"

And after that she died.

The good Queen of England

Her women came and ran:

"The Little Serving Maid is dead

From loving of a man!"

Said the good Queen of England

"That is ill news to hear!

Take her out and shroud her,

And lay her on a bier."

They laid her on a bier,

In the court-yard all;

Some came from Foresting,

And some came from Hall.

And Great Lords carried her,

And proud Priests prayed.

And that was the end

Of the Little Serving Maid.