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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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.'j.               K^emp Orvyne
H ER mother died when she was young, Which gave her cause to make great moan % Her father married the warst woman That ever lived in Christendom.
ii She served her wi' foot and hand
In everything that she could dee, Till once, in an unlucky time
She threw her owre a craig o' the sea. in Says, ; Lie you there, dove Isabel,
And all my sorrows lie wi' thee! Till Kemp Owyne come to the craig, And borrow you wi' kisses three.'
Her breath grew Strang, her hair grew lang
And twisted thrice about the tree, And all the people, far and near,
Thought that a savage beast was she.
v And aye she cried for Kemp Owyne
Gin that he would but com' to her hand:— Now word has gane to Kemp Owyne
That siccan a beast was in his land.
' Now by my sooth,' says Kemp Owyne,
' This fiery beast I'll gang to see'; ' And by my sooth.' says Segramour,
' My ae brother, I'll gang you wi'.'
dee] do.            crais'] rock.            Kemp] champion, knight,
borrow] ransom.         siccan] such.
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