Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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46                         FAUSE FOODRAGE.
" 0 gin I be King Honour's son,                   125
By our Ladye I swear, This night I will that traitor slay,
And relieve my mother dear ! "
He has set his bent bow to his breast,
And leaped the castell wa';                        130
And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage, Wha loud for help 'gan ca\
" O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage,
Frae me ye shanna flee ;" Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart,                                                         isi
And set his mother free.
And he has rewarded "Wise William
Wi' the best half o' his land ; And sae has he the turtle dow
Wi' the truth o' his right hand.                1*0