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THE BOY AND THE MANTLE
When I kist Craddocke's mouth Before he marryed mee.'
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When shee had her shreeven And her sinnes shee had tolde,
The mantle stood about her Plight as she wo'ld ;
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Seemelye of coulour,
Glittering like gold Then every knight in Arthur's court
Did her behold.
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XXXII
The little Boy stoode
Looking over a dore ; [There as he look'd
He was ware of a wyld bore.]
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He was ware of a wyld bore Wo'ld have werryed a man :
He pull'd forth a wood-kniffe Fast thither that he ran :
He brought in the bore's head And quitted him like a man.
XXXIV
He brought in the bore's head,
And was wonderous bold ; He said there was never a cuckold's kniffe
Carve itt that co'ld.
shreeven] shriven, confessed. werryed] worried
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