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

io ANCIENT SONGS
Some threw them under the table,
And faid they had none.
King Arthur, and the child
Stood looking upon them ;
All their knives edges
Turned backe againe.
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Craddocke had a litle knive
Of iron and of fteele ;
He britled the bores head ,175
Wonderous weele ;
That every knight in the kings court
Had a morfell.
The litle boy had a home,
Of red gold that ronge : 1 80
He faid, there was noe cuckolde
Shall drinke of my home ;
But he mold itt fheede "
Either behind or beforne.
Some medd on their moulder, 185
And fome on their knee ;
He that cold not hitt his mouthe,
Put it in his eye :
And he that was a cuckold
Every man might him fee. 190
Ver. 170. them upon. MS.
Craddocke