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

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                The Falcon
LULLY, lulley! lully, lulley ! The faucon hath borne my make away !
II He bare him up, he bare him down, He bare him into an orchard brown.
in In that orchard there was an halle, That was hanged with purple and pall.
And in that hall there was a bed, It was hanged with gold sa red.
v And in that bed there li'th a knight, His woundes bleeding day and night.
At that bed's foot there li'th a hound, Licking the blood as it runs down.
By that bed-side kneeleth a may, And she weepeth both night and day.
And at that bed's head standeth a stone, Corpus Chrlsti written thereonc
. IX foully, lulley ! lully, lulley ! The faucon hath borne my make away.
make] mate.         pall] fine cloth.         may] maiden.
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