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

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ANCIENT SONGS
Sir Cradock had a little knife
Of fteel and iron made ;
And in an inftant thro' the fkull 155
He thruft the mining blade.
thruft the mining blade
Full eafily and faft :
And every knight in Arthurs court
A morfel had to tafte. i6»
The boy brought forth a home, -
All golden was the rim :
Said he, " No cuckolde ever can
" Set mouth unto the brim.
«• No cuckold can this little home 165
" Lift fairly to his head :
" But or on this, or that fide,
" He mall the liquor flied."
Some flied it on their moulder,
Some fhed it on their thigh
And hee that could not hit his mouth,
Was fure to hit his eye.
Thus he, that was a cuckold,
Was known of every man :
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But Cradock lifted eafily, ?75
And wan the golden can.
Thus