Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONGS
He layd a bright browne fword by his fide,
And another att his feete :
And twentye good knights he placed at hand,
To watch him in his fleepe.
And about the middle time of the night, 85
Came twentye-four traitours inn :
Sir Giles he was the foremoft man,
The leader of that ginn.
The old knight with his bright browne fword,
Sir Gyles head foon did winn : 90
And fcant of all thofe twenty-foure,
Went out one quick agenn.
None fave only a litle foot page,
Crept forth at a window of ftone :
And he had two armes when he came in, 95
And he went back with one.
Upp then came that ladie gaye
With torches burning bright
She thought to have brought fir Gyles a drrnke,
Butt me found her owne wedd knight. 100
The firft thinge that me ftumbled on
It was fir Gyles his foote :
Sayes, Ever alacke, and woe is mee !
Here Ives my fweete hart-roote.
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