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244 ARMSTRONG AND MUSGRAVE.
Both batchelors of high degree, &
Fit for a bonny lass.
They sat them down upon one seat,
Like loving brethren dear, With hearts and minds devoutly bent
God's service for to hear; 20
But rising from their prayers tho, Their eyes a ranging strait did go, Which wrought their utter overthrow,
All for one bonny lass.
Quoth Musgrave unto Armstrong then, as
" Yon sits the sweetest dame, That ever for her fair beauty
Within this country came." " In sooth," quoth Armstrong presently, " Your judgment I must verify, 30
There never came unto my eye
A braver bonny lass."
" I swear," said Musgrave, " by this sword,
Which did my knighthood win, To steal away so sweet a dame, 35
Could be no ghostly sin." " That deed," quoth Armstrong, " would be ill, Except you had her right good will, That your desire she would fulfil,
And be thy bonny lass." «
By this the service quite was done,
And home the people past; They wish'd a blister on his tongue
That made thereof such haste.