The Franklin's Maid (From 'The White Company')

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle

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.

Last updated January 14, 2019