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OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE
XXV
None but one little foot-page
Crept forth at a window of stone;
And he had two armes when he came in And [when he went out he had one].
XXVI
Upp then came that ladie light,
With torches burning bright; Shee thought to have brought Sir Gyles a diinke,
But shee found her owne wed Knight.
XXVII
And the first thing that shee stumbled upon
Was of Sir Gyles his foote; Sayes, ' Ever alacke, and woe is me,
Here lies my sweet hart-roote! '
XXVIII
And the second thing shee stumbled upon
Was of Sir Gyles his head; Sayes, ' Ever alacke, and woe is me,
Here lyes my true-love deade ! '
XXIX
He cut the papps beside her brest,
And bade her wish her will; And he cutt the eares beside her heade,
And bade her wish on still.
XXX
' Mickle is the men's blood I have spent To doe thee and me some good ';
Sayes, ' Ever alacke, my fayre lady, I thinke that I was woode ! '
hart-roote] heart-root, dear one, woode] mad 246 |
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