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312 THE LOVERS QUARREL; |
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Of all the lords in Scotland fair, And ladies that been so bright of blee,
There is a noble lady among them all, And report of her you shall hear by me.
For of her beauty she is bright, «
And of her colour very fair, She's daughter to Lord Arundel,
Approv'd his parand and his heir.
" He see this bride," Lord Phenix said,
" That lady of so bright a blee, it
And if I like her countenance well,
The heir of all my lands she'st be."
But when he came the lady before,
Before this comely maid came he, " O God thee save, thou lady sweet, u
My heir and parand thou shalt be."
" Leave off your suit," the lady said,
" As you are a lord of high degree ; You may have ladies enough at home,
And I have a lord in mine own country: 20
" For I have a lover true of mine own,
A serving-man of low degree, One Tommy Pots it is his name,
My first love, and last that ever shall be."
" If that Tom Pots [it] is his name, a
I do ken him right verily ; I am able to spend fourty pounds a week,
Where he is not able to spend pounds three." |
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