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CHILD WATERS. |
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And that beheard his mother deare,
Sliee heard her -woefull woe: iso
Shee sayd, " Rise up, thou Childe Waters, And into thy stable goe.
" For in thy stable is a ghost,
That grievouslye doth grone ; Or else some woman laboures with childe, im
Shee is so woe-begone."
Up then rose Childe Waters soone,
And did on his shirte of silke; And then he put on his other clothes,
On his bodye as white as milke. leo
And when he came to the stable dore,
Full still there hee did stand, That hee mighte heare his fayre Ellen,
Howe shee made her monand.
She sayd, " Lullabye, mine own dear childe, Lullabye, deare childe, deare ; iuj
I wolde thy father were a kinge, Thy mothere layd on a biere."
" Peace nowe," hee sayd, " good, faire Ellen, Bee of good cheere, I praye ; 170
And the bridale and the churchinge bothe Shall bee upon one daye. |
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150, her woefull woe, Percy! |
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