Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" And yf thou hast that sylver ibroughte,
I pray the let me se ; And I shall helpe the eftsones,                             i&
Yf thou have nede of me."
The monke swore a full grete othe,
With a sory chere, " Of the borowehode thou spekest to me,
Herde I never ere."                                             
" I make myn avowe to god," sayd Robyn,
" Monke, thou art to blame ; For god is holde a ryghtwys man,
And so is his dame.
" Thou toldest with thyn owne tonge,              iu
Thou may not say nay, How thou arte her servaunt,
And servest her every day.
" And thou art made her messengere,
My money for to pay ;                                    iso
Therefore I can the more thanke, Thou arte come at thy day.
" What is in your cofers ? " sayd Robyn,
" Trewe than tell thou me :" " Syr," he sayd, " twenty marke,                          iss
Al so mote I the."
136, to, W. 149, nade, W. not in C.