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CHILD WATERS. |
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" Ride softlye," shee sayd, « 0 Childe Waters:
Why doe you ryde so fast ? The childe, which is no mans but thine, «
My bodye itt will brast."
Hee sayth, " seest thou yond water, Ellen, That flows from banke to brimme ? "
" I trust to God, 0 Childe Waters,
You never will see me swimme." eo
But when shee came to the water side,
She sayled to the chinne: " Now the Lord of heaven be my speede,
For I must learne to swimme."
The salt waters bare up her clothes, es
Our Ladye bare up her chinne ; Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord,
To see faire Ellen swimme !
And when shee over the water was,
Shee then came to his knee : ra
Hee sayd, " Come hither, thou fayre Ellen, Loe yonder what I see.
" Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen ?
Of redd gold shines the yate : Of twenty foure faire ladyes there, w
The fairest is my mate. |
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