"The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington" is one of the gentlest and most satisfying of the English popular ballads. A squire's son loves a bailiff's daughter, but his family disapproves and sends him away to London as an apprentice. After seven years apart, the bailiff's daughter disguises herself in ragged clothes and sets out to find him. They meet by chance on the road, and when she tells him -- testing his love -- that the bailiff's daughter is dead, he offers to give up everything and vanish. She reveals herself, and they are reunited.

The ballad dates from the seventeenth century and belongs to the English broadside tradition, though its roots may be older. It is one of the most widely printed ballads in English, beloved for its simplicity and its faith that constancy will be rewarded.

This text appears in Hamilton Wright Mabie's A Book of Old English Ballads (1903), a standard anthology of the English and Scottish ballad tradition.

THERE was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,
And he was a squire's son;

He loved the bayliffe's daughter deare,
That lived in Islington.

Yet she was coye, and would not believe
That he did love her soe,
Noe nor at any time would she
Any countenance to him showe.

But when his friendes did understand
His fond and foolish minde,
They sent him up to faire London,
An apprentice for to binde.

And when he had been seven long yeares,
And never his love could see,--
"Many a teare have I shed for her sake,
When she little thought of mee."

Then all the maids of Islington
Went forth to sport and playe,
All but the bayliffe's daughter deare;
She secretly stole awaye.

She pulled off her gowne of greene,
And put on ragged attire,
And to faire London she would go
Her true love to enquire.

And as she went along the high road,
The weather being hot and drye,
She sat her downe upon a green bank,
And her true love came riding bye.

She started up, with a colour soe redd,
Catching hold of his bridle-reine;
"One penny, one penny, kind sir," she sayd,
"Will ease me of much paine."

"Before I give you one penny, sweet-heart,
Praye tell me where you were borne."

"At Islington, kind sir," sayd shee,
"Where I have had many a scorne."

"I prythee, sweet-heart, then tell to mee,
O tell me, whether you knowe
The bayliffes daughter of Islington."
"She is dead, sir, long agoe."

"If she be dead, then take my horse,
My saddle and bridle also;
For I will into some farr countrye,
Where noe man shall me knowe."

"O staye, O staye, thou goodlye youthe,
She standeth by thy side;
She is here alive, she is not dead,
And readye to be thy bride."

"O farewell griefe, and welcome joye,
Ten thousand times therefore;
For nowe I have founde mine owne true love,
Whom I thought I should never see more."

Colophon

From A Book of Old English Ballads, edited by Hamilton Wright Mabie, with illustrations by George Wharton Edwards (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1903).

Compiled and formatted for the Good Work Library by the New Tianmu Anglican Church, 2026.

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