Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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And feitch he did that faire steed,                              235
And came againe by and by.
Then bespake him Sir Marramile,
And these were the words said hee:
"Eiding of this steed, brother Bredbeddle,
The mastery belongs to me."                                      na
Marramiles tooke the steed to his hand, To ryd him he was full bold ; He cold noe more make him goe, Then a child of three yeere old.
He laid uppon him with heele and hand,                 245
With yard that was soe fell; " Helpe ! brother Bredbeddle," says Marramile, " For I thinke he be the devill of hell.
" Helpe ! brother Bredbeddle," says Marramile, " Helpe! for Christs pittye;                                          250
For without thy help, brother Bredbeddle, He will never be rydden for me."
Then bespake him Sir Bredbeddle,
These were the words said he:
" I coniure thee, thou Burlow-beane,                         233
Thou tell me how this steed was riddiD in his
country." He saith, " There is a gold wand, Stands in King Cornwalls study windowe.
MS. 245, sayed.
MS. 252, p' me, i. e. pro or per.
MS. 255, Burlow-leane.