Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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Then bespake Lytell Johan,
To Much he gan say, " I dare lay my lyfe to wedde,
That these monkes have brought our pay. «
" Make glad chere," sayd Lytell Johan,
" And frese our bowes of ewe, And loke your hertes be seker and sad,
Your strynges trusty and trewe.
" The monke hath fifty two men,                       «
And seven somers full stronge ; There rydeth no bysshop in this londe
So ryally, I understand.
" Brethern," sayd Lytell Johan,
" Here are no more but we thre ;                  m
But we brynge them to dyner,
Our mayster dare we not se.
" Bende your bowes," sayd Lytell Johan,
" Make all yon prese to stonde ; The formost monke, his lyfe and his deth m
Is closed in my honde.
" Abyde, chorle monke," sayd Lytell Johan,
" No ferther that thou gone ; Tf thou doost, by dere worthy god,
Thy deth is in my honde.                               w
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