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LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD
He lifted up the coverlet,
He lifted up the sheet: ' Dost thou like my bed, Little Musgrave ?
Dost thou find my lady sweet ?'—
' I find her sweet,' quoth Little Musgrave,
' The more 'tis to my pain; I would gladly give three hundred pounds
That I were on yonder plain.'—
'Arise, arise, thou Little Musgrave,
And put thy clothes on ; It shall ne'er be said in my country
I have kill'd a naked man.
' I have two swords in one scabbard,
They are both sharp and clear; Take you the best, and I the worst,
We'll end the matter here.'
The first stroke Little Musgrave struck,
He hurt Lord Barnard sore; The next stroke that Lord Barnard struck,
Little Musgrave ne'er struck more.
With that bespake this fair lady,
In bed where as she lay: ' Although thou'rt dead, thou Little Musgrave, Yet I for thee will pray. 230