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166 LOED DEEAVENTWATEB.
For I must away to fair London town, u
For to me there was ne'er more need."
Out and spoke his lady gay,
In childbed where she lay: " I would have you make your will, my lord Dunwaters,
Before you go away." ao
" I leave to you, my eldest son,
My houses and my land; I leave to you, my youngest son,
Ten thousand pounds in hand.
" I leave to you, my lady gay,— »
You are my wedded wife,— I leave to you, the third of my estate,
That'll keep you in a lady's life."
They had not rode a mile but one,
Till his horse fell owre a stane: so
"It's, a warning good enough," my lord Dunwaters said,
" Alive I'll ne'er come hame."
When they came to fair London town,
Into the courtiers' hall, The lords and knights of fair London town ss
Did him a traitor call.