The Franklin He Hath Gone To Roam, The Franklin'S Maid She Bides At Home; But She Is Cold, And Coy, And Staid, And Who May Win The Franklin'S Maid? There Came A Knight Of High Renown In Bassinet And Ciclatoun; On Bended Knee Full Long He Prayed - He Might Not Win The Franklin'S Maid. There Came A Squire So Debonair, His Dress Was Rich, His Words Were Fair. He Sweetly Sang, He Deftly Played - He Could Not Win The Franklin'S Maid. There Came A Mercer Wonder-Fine, With Velvet Cap And Gaberdine; For All His Ships, For All His Trade, He Could Not Buy The Franklin'S Maid. There Came An Archer Bold And True, With Bracer Guard And Stave Of Yew; His Purse Was Light, His Jerkin Frayed - Haro, Alas! The Franklin'S Maid! Oh, Some Have Laughed And Some Have Cried, And Some Have Scoured The Countryside; But Off They Ride Through Wood And Glade, The Bowman And The Franklin'S Maid.