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THOMAS OF ERSSELDOUNE. 99
Hir selle it was of reele bone, Full semely was that syghte to see ! Stefly sett with precyous stones, And compaste all with crapotee,
Stones of Oryence, grete plente. 23
Hir hare abowte hir hede it hange ;
Scho rode ouer that lange lee ;
A whylle scho blewe, a nother scho sange.
Hir garthes of nobyll sylke they were ; The bukylls were of berelle stone ; 30
Hir steraps were of crystalle clere, And all with perelle ouer bygone.
Hir payetrelle was of iralle fyne ;
Hir cropoure was of orfare ;
And als clere golde hir brydill it schone ; ss
One aythir syde hange bellys three.
' Scho led seuen grew houndis in a leeshe;'
And seuen raches by hir they rone;
Scho bare a home abowte hir halse ;
And vnder hir belte full many a none. «
Thomas laye and sawe that syghte, Vnder nethe ane semly tree ; He sayd, " yone es Marye most of myghte, That bare that childe that dyede for mee.
21, sette, Laing.