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THE LOVERS QUARREL; |
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He leapt into his saddle again,
The blood in his body began to warm; 330
He mist Lord Phenix body fair,
And ran him through the brawn of the arm.
He bor'd him out of his saddle fair, Down to the ground most sorrowfully ;
Says, " Prethee, Lord Phenix, rise up and fight, sss Or yield my lady unto me."
" Now for to fight I cannot tell,
And for to fight I am not sure ; Thou hast run me throw the brawn o' the arm,
That with a spear I may not endure. s*
" Thou'st have the lady with all my heart;
It was never likely better to prove With me, or any nobleman else,
That would hinder a poor man of his love."
" Seeing you say so much," said Tommy Pots, 34s
I will not seem your butcher to be; But I will come and stanch your blood,
If any thing you will give me."
As he did stanch Lord Phenix blood,
Lord I in his heart he did rejoice ; 350
" Pie not take the lady from you thus.
But of her you'st have another choice.
" Here is a lane of two miles long;
At either end we set will be; The lady shall stand us among, ass
Her own choice shall set her free." |
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