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

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DURHAM FIELD
LX
But now the prince of merry England,
Worthilye under his sheelde, Hath taken captive the King of France,
At Poytiers in the field.
LXI
The prince did present his father
With the lovely King of France, And forward of his journey he is gone:
God send us all good chance !
LXII
Sayd the King of Scots to the King of France,
' Well met, brother, too soone ! Christ leeve that I had taken my way
Unto the court of Roome! '
LXIII
' And soe wold I,' said the King of France,
6 When I came over the streame, That I had taken my journey
Unto Jerusalem ! '
LXIV
Thus ends the battell of fair Durham.
In one morning of May ; The battells of Cressey and of Poytiers,
All within one monthes day.
LXV
Then was wealthe and welfare in merry England,
Solaces, game, and glee, And every man loved other well,
And the King loved good yeomanrye.
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