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

AND BALLADS, 7
And fait, with a redd rudd,
To her chamber can fhee flee.
Craddocke called forth his ladye,
And bade her come in ;
Saith, winne this mantle, ladye,
With a little dinne.
Winne this mantle, ladye,
And it fhal be thine,
100
If thou never did amiffe 105
Since thou waft mine.
Forth came Craddocke's ladye
Shortlye and anon
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But boldlye to the mantle
Then is fhee gone. 1 10
When fhee had tane the mantle,
And caft itt her about,
Upp att her great toe
It began to crinkle and crowt
Shee faid, bowe downe, mantle, 115
And fhame me not for nought.
Once I did amiffe,
I tell you certainlye,
When I kill Craddocke's mouth
Under a greene tree ;
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