Daughter, Daughter, Marry No Man, Though A King'S Son Come To Woo, If He Be Not More Than Blessing Or Ban To The Secret Soul Of You. "'Tis The King'S Son, Indeed, I Ween, And He Left Me Even But Now, And He Shall Make Me A Dazzling Queen, With A Gold Crown On My Brow." "And Are You One That A Golden Crown, Or The Lust Of A Name Can Lure? You Had Better Wed With A Country Clown, And Keep Your Young Heart Pure." "Mother, The King Has Sworn, And Said That His Son Shall Wed But Me; And I Must Gang To The Prince'S Bed, Or A Traitor I Shall Be." "Oh, What Care You For An Old Man'S Wrath? Or What Care You For A King? I Had Rather You Fled On An Outlaw'S Path, A Rebel, A Hunted Thing." "Mother, It Is My Father'S Will, For The King Has Promised Him Fair A Goodly Earldom Of Hollow And Hill, And A Coronet To Wear." "Then Woe Is Worth A Father'S Name, For It Names Your Dourest Foe! I Had Rather You Came The Child Of Shame Than To Have You Fathered So." "Mother, I Shall Have Gold Enow, Though Love Be Never Mine, To Buy All Else That The World Can Show Of Good And Fair And Fine." "Oh, What Care You For A Prince'S Gold, Or The Key Of A Kingdom'S Till? I Had Rather See You A Harlot Bold That Sins Of Her Own Free Will. "For I Have Been Wife For The Stomach'S Sake, And I Know Whereof I Say; A Harlot Is Sold For A Passing Slake, But A Wife Is Sold For Aye. "Body And Soul For A Lifetime Sell, And The Price Of The Sale Shall Be That You Shall Be Harlot And Slave As Well Until Death Set You Free."