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

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OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE
XIX
' But an you be sicke, my owne wed lord,
Soe sore it grieveth mee ; But my five maidens and my selfe
[Will bedd you presentlye
xx
' And at the waking of your first sleepe You shall have a hott drinke made,
And at the waking of your next sleepe Your sorrowes will have a slake.'
XXI
He put a silk cote on his backe
'Was thirteen inches folde, And put a Steele cap upon his head
'Was gilded with good red gold.
XXII
And he layd a bright browne sword by his side,
And another at his feete, And full well knew Old Robin then
Whether he shold wake or sleepe.
XXIII
And about the middle time cf the night
Came twenty-four Knights in ; Sir Gyles he was the foremost man,
Soe well he knew that ginne.
XXIV
Old Robin with a bright browne sword
Sir Gyles' head he did winne, Soe did he all those twenty-four,
Ne'er a one went quicke out [agen] ;
ginne] gin, contrivance, here a door-latch. quicke] alive.
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