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The Song Book |
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" How should'st thou, fair lady, love me Whom thou know'st thy country's foe? Thy fair words make me suspect thee : Serpents lie where flowers grow." " All the harm I wish to thee, most courteous knight, God grant the same upon my head may fully light.
" Blessed be the time and season,
That you came on Spanish ground ; If you may our foes be termed, Gentle foes we have you found : With our city, you have won our hearts each one, Then to your country bear away that is your own."
" Courteous ladye, leave this fancy,
Here comes all that breeds the strife; I in England have already A sweet woman to my wife ; I will not falsify my vow for gold nor gain, Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain.'*
" O how happy is that woman That enjoys so true a friend ! Many happy days God send her ; Of my suit I make an end ; On my knees I pardon crave for my offence, Which did from love and true affection first commence.
" I will spend my days in prayer,
Love and all his laws defye; In a nunnery will I shroud me Par from any companye : But ere my prayers have an end, be sure of this, To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss.
" Thus farewell most gallant captain !
Farewell too my heart's content! Count not Spanish ladies wanton, Though to thee my love was bent: Joy and true prosperity goe still with thee !'* " The like fall ever to thy share most fair ladie."
Chappell. Words from Percy's Reliques. Tune from the Skene MS. |
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