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

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ANCIENT SONGS
She took me by the hand,
And with a modeft grace,
Welcome, fweet Barnwell, then quoth {he,
Unto this homely place. 60
And fince I have thee found
As good as thy word to be ;
A homely fupper, ere we part,
Thou malt take here with me.
pardon me, quoth I,
Fair miflrefs, I you pray ;
For why, out.of my mailer's houfe,
So long I dare not flay.
Alas, good Sir, fhe faid,
Are you fo flriclly ty'd, jq
You may not with your deareft friend
One hour or two abide ?
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^, then the cafe is hard,
If it be fo, quoth fhe
;
1 would I were a prentice bound, 7c
To live along with thee
Therefore, my deareit George,
Lift well what I mail fay,
And do not blame a woman much,
:
Her fancy to bewray. go
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