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

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ANCIENT SONGS
He brought her downe full fortye pounde,
Tyed up withinne a glove
Faire maid, He give the fame to thee ;
Go, feeke thee another love. 60
O He have none of your gold, fhe fayde,
Nor He have none of your fee ;
But your faire bodye I muft have
The king hath granted mee.
Sir William ranne and fetchd her then 65
Five hundred pound in golde,
Saying, faire maide, take this to thee,
Thy fault will never be tolde.
Tis not the gold that fhall mee tempt,
Thefe words then anfwered ihee, 70
But your own bodye I muft have,
The king hath granted mee.
Would I had dranke the water clears,
When I did drinke the wine,
Rather than any fhepherds brat 75
Shold bee a ladye of mine !
Would I had drank the puddle foule,
When I did drink the ale,
Rather than ever a fhepherds brat
Shold tell me fuch a tale ! 80
A fhep-
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