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OK, CUPIDS TRIUMPH. |
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" These are my men," Lord Phenix said,
" Which every day do wait on me ; If any of them dare proffer to strike,
I'le run my spear through his body."
" He run no race now," said Tommy Pots, sos
" Except now this may be; If either of us be slain this day,
The other shall forgiven be."
" He make that vow with all my heart, My men shall bear witness with me ; no
And if thou slay me here this day,
In Scotland worse belov'd thou never shalt be."
They turn'd their horses thrice about,
To run the race so eagerly ; Lord Phenix he was fierce and stout, sis
And ran Tom Pots through the thick o' th' thigh.
He bor'd him out of the saddle fair,
Down to the ground so sorrowfully: " For the loss of my life I do not care,
But for the loss of my fair lady. 'Sao
" Now for the loss of my lady sweet, Which once I thought to have been my wife,
I pray thee, Lord Phenix, ride not away, For with thee I would end my life."
Tom Pots was but a serving-man, . 325
But yet he was a doctor good; He bound his handkerchief on his wound,
And with some kind of words he stancht his blood.
329,». e. he made use of a charm for that purpose. |
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