undaunted was hee,
And oft-times he made their enemyes flee.

At length in the battle on Eveshame plaine
The barons were routed, and Montfort was slaine;
Moste fatall that battel did prove unto thee,
Thoughe thou wast not borne then, my prettye Bessee!

Along with the nobles that fell at that tyde,
His eldest son Henrye, who fought by his side,
Was fellde by a blowe he receiv'de in the fighte!
A blowe that depriv'de him for ever of sight.

Among the dead bodyes all lifelesse he laye,
Till evening drewe on of the following daye,
When by a yong ladye discover'd was hee--
And this was thy mother, my prettye Bessee!

A baron's faire daughter stept forth in the nighte,
To search for her father, who fell in the fight,
And seeing yong Montfort, where gasping he laye,
Was moved with pitye, and broughte him awaye.

In secrette she nurst him, and swaged his paine,
While he throughe the realme was beleev'd to be slaine:
At lengthe his faire bride she consented to bee,
And made him glad father of prettye Bessee.

And nowe, lest oure foes our lives sholde betraye
We clothed ourselves in beggars' arraye;
Her jewells shee solde, and hither came wee--
All our comfort and care was our prettye Bessee.

And here have wee lived in fortunes despite,
Thoughe poore, yet contented with humble delighte;
Full forty winters thus have I beene
A silly blind beggar of Bednall-greene.

And here, noble lordes, is ended the song
Of one that once to your owne ranke did belong:
And thus have you learned a secrette from mee,
That ne'er had beene knowne but for prettye Bessee.

[1] Vide Percy's "Reliques," vol. ii. p. 178.

At Bethnal-Green is an old mansion, which, in the survey of 1703, was
called _Bethnal-Green-House_, and which the inhabitants, with their
usual love of traditionary lore, assign as the "Palace of the Blind
Beggar." This house was erected in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, by
John Kirby, citizen of London, and was, says Stow,[1] "lofty like a
castle." It was afterwards the residence of Sir Hugh Platt, Knight,
the author of many ingenious works; from him it came into the
possession of Sir William Ryder, Knight, who died there in 1669; of
late years it has been used as a private madhouse. The tradition of
the beggar is still preserved on the sign-posts of several of the
public-houses in the neighbourhood.

[1] Strype's Stowe, vol. ii. p. 47, edit. 1