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

AND BALLADS. 7$
A fhephefds brat even as I was,
You mote have let me bee,
I never had come to the kings faire courte,
To crave any love of thee.
He fett her on a milk-white Iteede, 85
And himfelf upon a graye ;
He hung a bugle about his necke,
And foe they rode awaye.
But when they came unto the place,
Where marriage-rites were done, no
She proved herfelf a dukes daughter,
And he but a fquires fonne.
Now marrye me, or not, fir knight,
Your pleafure mail be free :
If you make me ladye of one good towne, 95
He make you lord of three.
Ah ! curfed bee the gold, he fayd,
If thou hadft not been trewe,
1 mold have forfaken my fweet love,
And have changd her for a newe. 100
And now their hearts being linked faft,
They joyned hand in hande
Thus he had both purfe, and perfon too,
And all at his commande.
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