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

224 ANCIENT SONGS
"*" And teach my Ton to lifp her name,
" Who died to fave his life.
*' Then calling Hill upon thy name,
" And praying {till for thee ;
" Without repining or complaint, i^r
" Her gentle foul did flee."
What tongue can paint lord Albret's woe,
The bitter tears he med,
The bitter pangs that wrung his heart,
To find his lady dead ? 14©
He beat his bread : he tore his hair
And fhedding many a teare,
At length he alkt to fee his fon ;
The fon that coll fo deare.
New forrowe feiz'd the damfells all
: :
At length they faultering faye;
lord, how mall we tell ?
" Thy fon is lloln awaye.
" Alas ! my
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" Faire as the fweeteft flower of fpring,
" Such was his infant mien : 150
" And on his little body ilampt
" Three wcnderous marks were feen :.
:c A blood-red crofs was on his arme ;
?s A dragon on his brealt
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