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THE LIFE AND DEATH |
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As it befel upon one time,
About mid-summer of the year, Every man was taxt of his crime,
For stealing the good Lord Bishop's mare.
The good Lord Screw sadled a horse, s
And rid after the same serime ; Before he did get over the moss,
There was he aware of Sir Hugh of the Grime.
" Turn, O turn, thou false traytor,
Turn, and yield thyself unto me : w
Thou hast stol'n the Lord Bishop's mare,
And now thinkest away to flee."
"No, soft, Lord Screw, that may not be;
Here is a broad sword by my side, And if that thou canst conquer me, 15
The victory will soon be try'd."
" I ne'er was afraid of a traytor bold, Altho' thy name be Hugh in the Grime ;
I'll make thee repent thy speeches foul,
If day and life but give me time." m
" Then do thy worst, good Lord Screw, And deal your blows as fast as you can; .
It will be try'd between me and you Which of us two shall be the best man."
Thus as they dealt their blows so free, 25
And both so bloody at that time, Over the moss ten yeomen they see,
Come /or to take Sir Hugh in the Grime. |
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