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

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The firft ftroke that little Mufgrave ftrucke,
He hurt lord Barnard fore ;
The next flroke that lord Barnard ftrucke,
little Mufgrave never ftrucke more.
With that befpake the ladye faire,
In bed whereas flie laye,
Althoughe thou art dead, my little Mufgrave, 95
Yet for thee I will praye :
And wiihe well to thy foule will I,
So long as I have life
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So will I not do for thee, Barnard,
Thoughe I am thy wedded wife. 100
He cut her pappes from off her breft
Great pity e it was to fee
Some drops of this fair ladyes bloode
Run trickling downe her knee.
Wo worth, wo worth ye, my merry e rren all, io|
You never were borne for my goode :
Why did you not offer to ftay my hande,
When you fee me wax fo woode ?
For I have fiaine the faireil iir knighte,
That ever rode on a fteede ; 1 10
So have I done the faireil ladye,
That ever ware w°mans weede.
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A grave,