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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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SIR ALDINGAR
XLIII
This Little One pull'd forth a well good sword,
I wis it well all of gilte. It cast a light there over that field,
It shone soe all of gilte.
XLIV
He stroke the first stroke at Aldingar;
[Noe second needed hee; At the first stroke] he stroke away
His leggs [all] by the knee.
XLV
Sayes, ' Stand up, stand up, thou false traitor,
And fight upon thy feete; For, an thou thrive as thou begins,
Of a height we shall be meete.'
XLVI
'A priest, a priest,' sayes Aldingar,
' Me for to housel and shrive ! A priest, a priest,' sayes Aldingar,
' While I am a man living alive i
XLVII
' I would have courted our comely Queenc ;
To it shee wo'ld never consent; I thought to betray her to our King
In a fyer to have her brent.
XLVIII
s There came a lame lazar to the King's gate,
A lazar both blind and lame ; I took the lazar upon my back,
Upon the Queene's bedd had him layn.
meete] matched, equal.
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