Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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180
SIR CAtTLINE.
Then he tooke up the bloudy hand,
That was so large of bone, And on it he founde five ringes of gold,
Of knightes that had be slone.
Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde, i«
As hard as any flint; And he tooke off those ringes five,
As bright as fyre and brent.
Home then pricked Syr Cauline,
As light as leafe on tree ;                                   ijo
I-wys he neither stint ne blanne,
Till he his ladye see.
Then downe he knelt upon his knee,
Before that lady gay : " O ladye, I have bin on the Eldridge hills ; iss
These tokens I bring away."
" Now welcome, welcome, Syr Cauline,
Thrice welcome unto mee, For now I perceive thou art a true knighte,
Of valour bolde and free."                                 wo
" 0 ladye, I am thy own true knighte,
Thy hests for to obaye ; And mought I hope to winne thy love ! "
No more his tonge colde say.