False Knight- madwoman (Dublin) 1818 Maturin
From the novel: "Women, Or, Pour Et Contre: A Tale," page 26 by Charles Robert Maturin - 1818. Clearly set in the Dublin area by Maturin (1782-1824) an Irish clergyman and writer of gothic plays and novels who lived in Dublin, the two Irish stanzas predate the Scottish version published by Motherwell in 1827. The first stanza is unique however it is echoed in later Irish tradition.
Below is the excerpt from the novel as sung by a Dublin madwoman:
R. Matteson 2018]
The woman loitered some time after the rest, and with the inconsistency of madness, was singing a fragment of an Irish ballad evidently of monkish composition, and of which the air has all the monotonous melancholy of the chaunt of the cloister:—
“Oh, I wish you were along with me,
Said the false knight, as he rode;
And our Lord in company,
Said the child, and he stood.”
“Where's the next,” she muttered; “ay —gone far off, like all I remembered once —far off.”
“Oh, I wish you were in yonder well,
Said the false knight, as he rode;
And you in the pit of hell,
Said the child, and he stood.”
And her voice died away in indistinct mutterings.