Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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Another while was it blacke,                  «
And bore the worst hue : " By my troth," quoth King Arthur, " I think thou be not true."
She threw down the mantle,
That bright was of blee ;                            so
Fast, with a rudd redd,
To her chamber can shee flee.
She curst the weaver and the walker That clothe that had wrought, And bade a vengeance on his crowne That hither hath itt brought.                   as
" I had rather be in a wood, Under a greene tree, Then in Bang Arthurs court Shamed for to bee."                                    m
Kay called forth his ladye,
And bade her come neere;
Saies, " Madam, and thou be guiltye,
I pray thee hold thee there."
Forth came his ladye,                                ra
Shortlye and anon; Boldlye to the mantle Then is shee gone.
When she had tane the mantle,
And cast it her about,                                70

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