As I lived in service in Rosemary Lane I gained the good will of my master and dame Young William come by one night for to lay And that's the beginning of my misery! There he called for a candle to light him to bed Likewise a silk kerchief to tire on his head For to tire on his head as he was years do And he said: "Pretty Nancy, will you come to bed too?" So poor little Nancy, she thought it no harm She jumped into bed for to keep herself warm And what they done there, they never will declare But they wished that short night had been seven long years! And early next morning young William arose And into a apron threw handfulls of gold "All this I will give you, and more I will give If you'll be my own true love as long as I live! And if you have a baby, you put it to nurse And sit like a lady with gold in your purse With gold in your purse and milk in your breast Saying, that's what you've got from sweet William in the west! Oh, if it be a son, he shall fight for his king And if it be a daughter, she shall wear a gold ring She shall wear a gold ring and her top knot shall blow And that's what you got from William so blue!"