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

&6
ANCIENT SONGS
If it be trewe, thou tiney foot-page,
This tale thou haft told to mee,
Then all my lands in Bucklesford-Bury
I freelye will give to thee.
But and it be a lye, thou tiney foot-page, 45
This tale thou haft told to mee,
On the higheft tree in Bucklesford-Bury
All hanged malt thou bee.
Rife up, rife up, my merry men all,
And faddle to me my fteede
This night muft I to Bucklesford-Bury;
God wott, I had never more neede.
Then fome they whittled, and fome they fang,
And fome did loudlye faye,
Whenever lord Barnardes home it blewe 55
Awaye, Mufgrave, away.
Methinkes I hear the throftle cocke,
Methinkes I heare the jaye,
Methinkes I heare lord Barnardes home j
J would I were awaye.
Lye Hill, lye ftill, thou little Mufgrave,
And huggle me from the cold ;
For it is bu :
: fome fhephardes boye
A whirling his ihecpe to the fold.
;
50
60