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LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD
' But if it be a lie, thou little tiny page,
This thing thou tellest to me, On the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry
Then hanged shalt thou be.'
He called up his merry men all:
' Come saddle me my steed ; This night must I to Bucklesfordberry,
For I never had greater need.'
But some they whistled, and some they sung,
And some they thus could say, Whenever Lord Barnard's horn it blew:
'Auay, Musgrave, away .' . . .
xv ' Methinks I hear the threstle cock,
Methinks I hear the jay ; Methinks I hear Lord Barnard's horn,
away, Musgrave, away I'—
i Lie still, lie still, thou little Musgrave,
And huggle me from the cold; 'Tis nothing but a shepherd's boy
A-driving his sheep to the fold.'
By this, Lord Barnard came to his door
And lighted a stone upon ; And he 's pull'd out three silver keys,
And open'd the doors each one.