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3- Sir Cawline
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JESUS, Lord mickle of might, That dyed for us on roode, So maintaine us in all our right That loves true English blood!
II Sir Cawline [was an English knight]
Curteous and full hardye ; [And our King has lent him] forth to fight,
Into Ireland over the sea,
in And in that land there dwells a King,
Over all the bell does beare; And he hath a ladye to his daughter,
Of fashion she hath no peere; Knights and lordes they woo'd her both,
Trusted to have been her feere.
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Sir Cawline loves her best of onie,
But nothing durst he say To discreeve his councell to no man,
But dearlye loved this may.
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Till it befell upon a day,
Great dill to him was dight ; The mayden's love removed his mind,
To care-bed went the knight.
fashion] form, beauty feere] mate, consort. discreeve]
discover. may] maid. dill] dole, grief. dight] ordained. care-bed] sick-bed.
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