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A lady walkèd out on the plain,
The day it was so fine,
There was a knight came riding by
Who had got drunk on wine.
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
He took her by the middle so small
And he gently laid her down,
And when he had his will of her
He left her on the ground.
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
"Now you have had your will of me
Come tell to me your name,
For when my baby it is born
I may call it the same."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
"My name, my name, my fair pretty maid,
I cannot tell to thee,
For some call me tinker and more call me Tom,
And when I am in the king's court
They call me Sir William."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
He mounted on his milk-white steed
So fast as he could ride;
She tied a handkerchief around her middle
And she ran by the horse's side.
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
She ran till she came to the riverside,
And then she jumpèd in,
She swam till she came to the other side,
And then jumped out again.
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
She ran till she came to the king's fair court,
She dingled at the ring,
And who came out but the king himself
To let this fair maid in.
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
"Good morning to you my fair pretty maid."
"Good morning to your majesty,
There is a man within your gates
This day has a-robbèd me."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
"What did he rob you of, my fair pretty maid,
Of any store at all?"
"No, he robbed me of my maidenhead
And that's the worst of all."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
"Oh if he is a married man
All hangèd he shall be.
And if he is a single man
His body I will give to thee"
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
The king he then called up his men
By one, by two, by three,
Sir William who used to be the very first man
The last of all came he.
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
Sir William then took out his purse,
He offered her some gold.
"Take hold of this, my fair pretty maid,
And the tale will never be told."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
She said, "I won't accept your gold
Nor any of your store,
But I will have your fair body
That the king granted me before."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
He said, "Oh cursèd be the night
That I got drunk on wine,
That any farmer's daughter dear
Would be a true lover of mine."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
She said, "If a farmer's daughter I be
I pray leave me alone,
If you make me the lady of one thousand
I will make you the lord of ten."
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
It was early the next morning
To the church then they did run,
She provèd to be a duke's daughter
And he but a tinker's son.
Fall the diddle all, the diddle I day.
This variant was collected in 1959 from James Decker of Parson's Pond, NL, by Ken Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 1, pp.230-232, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
Kenneth Peacock noted that this Newfoundland variant is most closely related to variant K in the Child collection which, in turn, comes from Motherwell's manuscript, page 220—"from the recitation of Widow McCormick, Westbrae, Paisley, 1825; learned of an old woman in Dumbarton, thirty or forty years before."
