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

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' He borrowed four hundred pound
Upon his land and fee ; But he come this ilke day
Disherited shall he be.'
' It is full early,'' said the Prior,
' The day is not yet far gone ; I had liever pay an hundred pound,
And lay it down anon.
' The Knight is far beyond the sea,
In England is his right, And sufFereth hunger and cold
And many a sorry night.
xc ' It were great pity,' said the Prior,
' So to have his land ; An ye be so light of your conscience,
Ye do him muche shand.'
' Thou art ever in my beard,' said the Abbot,
' By God and Saint Richard ! With that came in a fat-headed monk,
The Highe Cellarer.
xcn ' He is dead or hanged,' said the monk,
' By Him that bought me dear, And we shall have to spend in this place
Four hundred pound by year.'
I fee] property.         ilke] same.         shand] shame.         in my
beard] contradicting, or thwarting me.
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