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

I4« ANCIENT SONGS
With that the babe fprang from her wombe
No creature being nye, 13d?
And with one fighe, which brake her heart,
This gallant dame did dye.
The lovely little infant yonge,
The mother being dead,
Refigned its new received breath 1$$
To him that had it made.
Next morning came her own true love,
Affrighted at the newes,
And he for forrow flew himfelfe,
Whom eche one did accufe. 1 4®
The mother with her new borne babe,
Were both laid in one grave,
Their parents overcome with woe,
No joy thenceforth cold have.
Take heed, you daintye damfelles all* 14$
Of flattering words beware,
And of the honour of your name
Have an efpecial care.
Too true, alas ! this ftory is,
As many one can tell. ffpd
By others harmes learne to be wile,
And you fhall do full well.
XL WALY