Heart's Gold

Six shires have I cross’t for thee  
And spake my love so great  
But thou, churlish with abuse  
Doth send me from thy gate  
My garments mired, torn on gorse  
In Oxfordshire lost I my horse  
The next shire of my gold was robbed  
But still without remorse  
I turned myself a beggar  
And cleaved unto my course  
 
With haughty looks and cruel words  
My sworn love you deride  
Thou cause but pain within my heart  
And leave no room for pride  
Thou wouldst for love not marry me  
But seek ye only gold  
‘Tis time ye know the truth my dear  
Of which thou will’t be told  
 
Thou wouldst have gold a-plenty  
Had thou trothed me this day  
And held thy scornful spiteful tongue  
Not cast me shamed away  
For know ye not my father  
To whom I am sole heir  
Hath many ships upon the sea  
In which I hold my share  
 
Full twenty on the billows fare  
Three anchored in the bay  
Two more dock’t at Liverpool  
Their spices sold away  
With lightened heart I take my leave    
True love to pursue  
And thank the lord for mercies great  
Thou spurn me mistress shrew.