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From England then he goes away «b
To end his life beyond the sea.
He could not live to see his name
Impaired by my wanton shame ;
Altho' a prince of peerless might
Did reap the pleasure of his right. w
Long time I lived in the court, With lords and ladies of great sort ; And when I smil'd, all men were glad, But when I mourn'd, my prince grew sad.
But yet an honest mind I bore 65
To helpless people, that were poor;
I still redress'd the orphan's cry,
And sav'd their lives condemn'd to dye.
I still had ruth on widows tears,
I suceour'd babes of tender years; n
And never look'd for other gain
But love and thanks, for all my pain.
At last my royal king did dye,
And then my days of woe grew nigh ;
When crook-back'd Richard got the crown, n
King Edward's friends were soon put down.
I then was punish'd for my sin,
That I so long had lived in;
Yea, every one that was his friend,
This tyrant brought to shameful end. eo