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OR, CUPIDS TRIUMPH. |
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Says, " I cannot read this letter fair, Nor never a word to see or spy.
" My little boy, be to me true, ss
Here is five marks I will give thee; And all these words I must peruse;
And tell my lady this from me :
" By faith and troth she is my own,
By some part of promise, so it's to be found; *> Lord Phenix shall not have her night nor day,
Except he can win her with his own hand.
" On Guildford-green I will her meet;
Say that I wish her for me to pray, For there Tie lose my life so sweet, 95
Or else the wedding I mean to stay."
Away this lackey-boy he ran,
Then as fast as he could hie ; The lady she met him two miles of the way ;
Says, " Why hast thou staid so long, my boy ? 100
" My little boy, thou art but young, It gives me at heart thou'l mock and scorn ;
lie not believe thee by word of mouth, Unless on this book thou wilt be sworn."
" Now by this book," the boy did say, 1115
" And Jesus Christ be as true to me, Tom Pots could not read the letter fair,
Nor never a word to spy or see.
" He says, by faith and troth you are his own, By some part of promise, so it's to be found ; 110 |
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