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LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD
VI ' But I have a bower at Bucklesfordberry,
Full daintily it is dight ; If thou'lt wend thither, thou Little Musgrave,
Thou's lig in my arms all night.'
Quoth he, ' I thank thee, fair ladye, This kindness thou showest to me;
And whether it be to my weal or woe This night I will lodge with thee.'
With that beheard a little tiny page,
By his lady's coach as he ran. Says, 'Although I am my lady's foot-page,
Yet I am Lord Barnard's man.'
Then he's cast off his hose and shoon,
Set down his feet and ran, And where the bridges were broken down
He bent his bow and swam.
' A wake ! awake ! thou Lord Barnard,
As thou art a man of life ! Little Musgrave is at Bucklesfordberry
Along with thy own wedded wife.'—
xr ' If this be true, thou little tiny page,
This thing thou tellest to me, Then all the land in Bucklesfordberry
I freely will give to thee.