Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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THE CRUEL BLACK.                     373
" Ala*," quoth she, " what shall I do? With grief my heart will break."
With that he took her in his arms;
She straight for help did cry; " Content yourself, lady," he said,                               75
" Your husband is not nigh : The bridge is drawn, the gates are shut,
Therefore come lie with me, Or else I do protest and vow,
Thy butcher I will be."                                               so
The crystal tears ran down her face,
Her children cried amain, And sought to help their mother dear,
■But all it was in vain ; For that egregious filthy rogue                                     ss
Her hands behind her bound, And then perforce with all his might,
He threw her on the ground.
With that she shriek'd, her children cried,
And such a noise did make,                                      80
That town-folks, hearing her laments,
Did seek their parts to take: But all in vain ; no way was found
To help the lady's need, Who cried to them most piteously,                             as
" O help ! O help with speed !"
Some run into the forest wide, Her lord home for to call;