{"product_id":"2940148212164","title":"The Book Of Ballads (Illustrated)","description":"It 003was a Moorish maiden was sitting by a well,\u003cbr\u003e  And what the maiden thought of, I cannot, cannot tell,\u003cbr\u003e  When by there rode a valiant knight from the town of\u003cbr\u003e           Oviedo—\u003cbr\u003e  Alphonzo Guzman was he hight, the Count of Tololedo.\u003cbr\u003e  \"Oh, maiden, Moorish maiden, why sitt'st thou by the\u003cbr\u003e           spring?\u003cbr\u003e  Say, dost thou seek a lover, or any other thing?\u003cbr\u003e  Why dost thou look upon me, with eyes so dark and wide,\u003cbr\u003e  And wherefore doth the pitcher lie broken by thy side?\"\u003cbr\u003e  \"I 004do not seek a lover, thou Christian knight so gay,\u003cbr\u003e  Because an article like that hath never come my way;\u003cbr\u003e  And why I gaze upon you, I cannot, cannot tell,\u003cbr\u003e  Except that in your iron hose you look uncommon swell.\u003cbr\u003e  \"My pitcher it is broken, and this the reason is,—\u003cbr\u003e  A shepherd came behind me, and tried to snatch a kiss;\u003cbr\u003e  I would not stand his nonsense, so ne'er a word I spoke,\u003cbr\u003e  But scored him on the costard, and so the jug was broke.\u003cbr\u003e  \"My uncle, the Alcaydè, he waits for me at home,\u003cbr\u003e  And will not take his tumbler until Zorayda come:\u003cbr\u003e  I cannot bring him water—the pitcher is in pieces—\u003cbr\u003e  And so I'm sure to catch it, 'cos he wallops all his nieces.\"\u003cbr\u003e  \"Oh, maiden, Moorish maiden! wilt thou be ruled by me!\u003cbr\u003e  So wipe thine eyes and rosy lips, and give me kisses three;\u003cbr\u003e  And I'll give thee my helmet, thou kind and courteous lady,\u003cbr\u003e  To carry home the water to thy uncle, the Alcaydè.\"\u003cbr\u003e  He lighted down from off his steed—he tied him to a\u003cbr\u003e        tree—\u003cbr\u003e  He bent him to the maiden, and he took his kisses three;\u003cbr\u003e  \"To wrong thee, sweet Zorayda, I swear would be a sin!\"\u003cbr\u003e  And he knelt him at the fountain, and he dipped his\u003cbr\u003e        helmet in.\u003cbr\u003e  Up 005rose the Moorish maiden—behind the knight she steals,\u003cbr\u003e  And caught Alphonzo Guzman in a twinkling by the heels:\u003cbr\u003e  She tipped him in, and held him down beneath the bub-\u003cbr\u003e  bling water,—\u003cbr\u003e  \"Now, take thou that for venturing to kiss Al Hamet's\u003cbr\u003e         daughter!\"\u003cbr\u003e  A Christian maid is weeping in the town of Oviedo;\u003cbr\u003e  She waits the coming of her love, the Count of Tololedo.\u003cbr\u003e  I pray you all in charity, that you will never tell,\u003cbr\u003e  How he met the Moorish maiden beside the lonely well.","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47111076151536,"sku":"2940148212164","price":1.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148212164_p0.jpg?v=1763699488","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148212164","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}