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

66 ANCIENT SONGS
The fayrefl ladye that ihce colde finde, 125
She hyred in his armes to fleepe
And tooke her up in her armes twayne,
For filing of her feete.
I praye you nowe, good Childe Waters,
Let mee lye at your feete : 1^0
For there is noe place about this houfe,
Where I may faye a ileepe.
* He gave her leave, and faire Ellen
' Down at his beds feet laye :
This done the nighte drove on apace,
And when it was neare the daye,
Hee fayd, Rife up, my little foot-page,
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135
Give my fteede corne and haye ;
And give him nowe the good black oats,
To carry mee better awaye. 14.©
Up then rofe the fayre Ellen
And gave his fteede corne and haye :
And foe mee did the good black oates,
To carry him the better awaye.
She leaned her back to the manger iide, 145
And grievouflye did groane :
Shee leaned her back to the manger fide,
And there fhee made her mOane.
Ver. 132. /'. e. ejjay, attempt.
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