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LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD
VI ' But I have a bower at Bucklesfordberry,
Full daintily it is dight ; If thou'lt wend thither, thou Little Musgrave,
Thou's lig in my arms all night.'
VII
Quoth he, ' I thank thee, fair ladye, This kindness thou showest to me;
And whether it be to my weal or woe This night I will lodge with thee.'
VIII
With that beheard a little tiny page,
By his lady's coach as he ran. Says, 'Although I am my lady's foot-page,
Yet I am Lord Barnard's man.'
IX
Then he's cast off his hose and shoon,
Set down his feet and ran, And where the bridges were broken down
He bent his bow and swam.
x
' A wake ! awake ! thou Lord Barnard,
As thou art a man of life ! Little Musgrave is at Bucklesfordberry
Along with thy own wedded wife.'—
xr ' If this be true, thou little tiny page,
This thing thou tellest to me, Then all the land in Bucklesfordberry
I freely will give to thee.
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