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LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD
XXIV
' And wish well to thy soul will I
So long as I have life; So will I not for thee, Barnard, Although I'm thy wedded wife.'
xxv
He cut her paps from off her breast;
Great pity it was to see That some drops of this lady's heart's blood
Ran trickling down her knee.
XXVI
' Woe worth you, woe worth, my merry men all,
You were ne'er born for my good!
Why did you not offer to stay my hand
When you saw me wax so wood ?
XXVII
' For I have slain the fairest lady
That ever wore woman's weed, Soe I have slain the fairest lady
That ever did woman's deed.
XXVIII
' A grave, a grave,' Lord Barnard cried,
' To put these lovers in I But lay my lady on the upper hand,
For she comes of the nobler kin.'
wood] mad, fierce. |
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