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262 THE KNIGHT, AND SHEPHERD'S DAUGHTER.
He sett his foot into the stirrup,
And awaye then he did ride ; She tuckt her girdle about her middle,
And ranne close by his side.
But when she came to the brode water, n She sett her brest and swamme ;
And when she was got out againe, * She tooke to her heels and ranne.
He never was the courteous knighte,
To saye, " Faire maide, will ye ride ? " m
And she was ever too loving a maide To saye, " Sir knighte, abide."
When she came to the kings faire courte,
She knocked at the ring; So readye was the king himself ss
To let this faire maide in.
" Now Christ you save, my gracious liege, Now Christ you save and see ;
You have a knighte within your courte This daye hath robbed mee." «
" What hath he robbed thee of, sweet heart ?
Of purple or of pall ? Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring
From off thy finger small ? " |
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