Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

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KING ESTMEKE.                          163
The talents of golde were on her head sette,
Hunge lowe downe to her knee ; And everye rynge on her small finger
Shone of the chrystall free.                            *>
Sayes, " Christ you save, my deare madame," Sayes, " Christ you save and see :"
Sayes, " You be welcome, kyng Estmere, Right welcome unto mee. ,
" And iff* you love me, as you saye,                  n
So well and hartilee, All that ever you are comen about
Soone sped now itt may bee."
Then bespake her father deare,
" My daughter, I saye naye ;                         »
Remember well the kyng of Spayne,
What he sayd yesterdaye.
" He wold pull downe my halles and castles,
And reave me of my lyfe : And ever I feare that paynim kyng,                 as
Iff I reave him of his wyfe."
" Tour castles and your towres, father,
Are stronglye built aboute ; And therefore of that foule paynim
"Wee neede not stande in doubte.                   

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