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Old Robin of Portingale
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OD ! let never soe old a man Marry soe young a wife As did old Robin of Portingale ! He may rue all the days of his life. II For the Mayor's daughter of Lin, God wot,
He chose her to his wife, And thought to have lived in quietnesse With her all the dayes of his life, ill They had not in their wed-bed laid,
Scarcely were both on sleepe, But up she rose, and forth she goes To Sir Gyles, and fast can weepe.
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Saies ,'Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles ?
Or be you not within ? [Or hear you not your true love That tirleth at the pin ? ']— v ' But I am waking, sweete,' he said,
' Lady, what is your will ?'— I have unbethought me of a wile How my wed lord we shall spill.
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' Four and twenty knights.' she sayes, ' That dwells about this towne,
E'en four and twenty of my next cozens Will help to ding him downe.'
tmbethought] bethought. ding] smite. |
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