Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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" Yet turne againe, thou faire damselle,
And greete thy queene from mee;               
When bale is at hyest, boote is nyest; Nowe helpe enoughe may bee.
" Bid her remember what she dreamt,
In her bedd wheras shee laye; How when the grype and the grimly beast lis
"Wolde have carried her crowne awaye,
" Even then there came the little gray hawke,
And saved her from his clawes : Then bidd the queene be merry at hart,
For heaven will fende her cause."                 »<>
Back then rode that fair damselle,
And her hart it lept for glee : And when she told her gracious dame,
A gladd woman then was shee.
But when the appointed day was come, ms
No helpe appealed nye ; Then woeful woeful was her hart,
And the teares stood in her eye.
And nowe a fyer was built of wood,
And a stake was made of tree;                     1Mi
And now queene Elinor forth was led, A sorrowful sight to see.