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CHILD WATERS. 211
The fayrest ladye that shee colde finde, las She hyred in his armes to sleepe;
And tooke her up in her amies twayne, For filing of her feete.
" I praye you nowe, good Childe "Waters,
Let mee lye at your feete ; For there is noe place about this house, ia>
Where I may saye a sleepe."
He gave her leave, and faire Ellen
Down at his beds feet laye ; This done the nighte drove on apace, ia«
And when it was neare the daye,
Hee sayd, " Rise up, my little foot-page,
Give my steede corne and haye ; And give him nowe the good black oats,
To carry mee better awaye." i*>
Up then rose the faire Ellen,
And gave his steede corne and hay;
And soe shee did the good black oates, To carry him the better awaye.
She leaned her back to the manger side, ms
And grievouslye did groane ; She leaned her back to the manger side,
And there shee made her moane. |
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