The Oxford Book of Ballads - online book

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

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BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS
XI
' Hold your tounge, my lord,' she sayes, ' There is much falsehood them amonge ;
Soone they will part them freinds againe, When you are dead, then they are done.
XII
' If you will give me any trust, my lord, I'le tell you how you best may bee;
You'st let my brother ryde his wayes, And tell those English lords, trulye,
XIII
' How that you cannot with them ryde,
Because you are in an isle of the sea; Then, ere my brother come againe, To Edenborrow castle I'le carry thee.
XIV
' I'le 'liver you unto the Lord Hume,
And you know a trew Scothe lord is hee, For he hath lost both land and goods In ayding of your good bodye.'
xv
' Marry, I am woe, woman,' he sayes, ' That any freind fares worse for me;
For where one saith it is a true tale, Then two will say it is a lee.
XVI
' When that I was at home in my realme, Amonge my tennants all trulye,
In my time of losse, wherin my need stoode, They came to ayd me honestlye'
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