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

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' Wee beene harpers.' sayd Adler Younge, ' Come out of the northe countrye ;
Wee beene come hither untill this place This proud weddinge for to see.'—
Sayd, ' And your color were white and redd,
As it is blacke and browne, I wold saye Kyng Estmere and his brother
Were comen untill this towne.'
Then they pulled out a ryng of gold,
Layd itt on the porter's arme : ' And ever we will thee, proud porter,
Thow wilt saye us no harme.'
Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere,
And sore he handled the ryng, Then opened to them the fayre hall yates,
He lett for no kind of thyng.
Kyng Estmere he stabled his steede
Soe fayre att the hall-bord ; The froth that came from his brydle bitte
Light in Kyng Bremor's beard.
Saies, ' Stable thy steed, thou proud harper,' Saies, ' Stable him in the stalle;
It doth not beseeme a proud harper To stable his steed in a kyng's halle.'
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