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374 THE CRUEL BLACK.
And they that stood still did lament
This gallant lady's fall. i"»
With speed her lord came posting home}
He could not enter in ; His lady's cries did pierce his heart;
To call he did begin:
" O hold thy hand, thou savage moor, ut
To hurt her do forbear, Or else be sure, if I do live,
Wild horses shall thee tear." With that the rogue ran to the wall,
He having had his will, ""
And brought one child under his arm,
His dearest blood to spill.
The child, seeing his father there,
To him for help did call: " O father! help my mother dear, lis
We shall be killed all." Then fell the lord upon his knee,
And did the moor intreat, To save the life of this poor child,
Whose fear was then so great. ia)
But this vile wretch the little child
By both the heels did take And dash'd his brains against the wall,
Whilst parent's hearts did ake : That being done, straightway he ran 12J
The other child to fetch, And pluck'd it from the mother's breast,
Most like a cruel wretch.