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

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ANCIENT SONGS
And fare thee Well, thou truftye fword, 125
A better neer had valiant knighte,
With thee full ofte, and manye a daye,
Have I withftood my foe in fighte.
With this good fauchion in my hande,
Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde : 1 3®
But nowe the fatalle houre is come,
That never more I may thee weelde.
The duke then to the river went,
And there his owne fword in threwe hee
But he kept back Excalibar, 13?
He kept it back in privitee.
For all of coleyne was the blade ;
And all the hike of precious ftone :
And ever alacke ! then fayd the knighte,
Mull fuch a fword awaye be throwne r 140
Then backe he came unto the kinge,-
Who fayd, Sir Lukyn, what did yee fee ?
Nothing, my liege, fave that the winde
Blewe oer the waters faire and free.
O goe againe, then faid the kinge, 145
O good fir Lukyn, goe againe :
Into the rivere throwe my fword,
Nor keepe me lingering here in paine.
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