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

slSo ANCIENT SONGS
The king of France that morning fair
He would a hunting ride :
To Artois foreft prancing forth
In all his princely pride.
To grace his fports a courtly train
Of gallant peers attend ;
And with their loud and cheerful cryes
The hills and valleys rend.
Through the deep foreft fwift they pafs,
Through woods and thickets wild ;
When down within a lonely dell 15
They found a new-born child :
All in a fcarlet kercher lay'd
Of filk fo fine and thin :
A golden mantle wrapt him round
Pinn'd with a filver pin. 20
The fudden fight furpriz'd them all
The courtiers gather'd round
They look, they call, the mother feek
No mother could be found.
At length the king himfelf drew near, 25
And as he gazing Hands,
The pretty babe look'd up and fmil'd,
And ftretch'd his little hands.
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