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She carried choice sweet-meats for her nourishment,
And at last they arrived where the present was sent.
This Prince lik’d the present, and gave a command,
That this golden bull in his chamber should stand;
That he might view it each day I declare,
But little did dream that a Princess was there.
Quite out of the bull in the night she did creep,
And kiss’d the young Prince as he lay asleep,
She left a rich neckcloth embroider'd with gold,
Which he on his pillow next day did behold.
The Prince had a mother, to whom he did say,
Who did you let into my chamber, I pray?
Son, there has been none. I do vow and protest;
He lock'd up the neckcloth, and laugh'd at the jest.
Next night as he lay asleep, to be plain,
This lady crept softly, and kiss’d him again,
Next morning a handkerchief he did behold,
Embroider'd with all sorts of flowers in gold.
He said to his mother, I pray tell me right,
What lady has been in my chamber this night?
Dear son, you have verry strange whimsies I find,
He took little notice, but ponder’d in mind.
What Lady this is, I will be satisfy’d,
If it be for love, I will make her my bride,
I’ll see for a fancy, who comes in my room,
But if she’s a harlot, death shall be her doom.
At night she creep'd softly, and kiss'd him, 'tis said,
And a velvet cap on bis pillow she laid,
His thoughts then were ravished so with her charms,
That he on a sudden catch’d her in his arms.
With trembling tear, her joints could not hold,
And craved his pardon tor being sa bold,
His answer was straight, I ⟨grant⟩ pardon to thee,
