Ancient Songs and Ballads, from the Reign of King Henry the Second to the Revolution, Том 2Payne and Foss, 1829 |
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... hundred pownde . Troly , lolye . His hoysse of London - black , Troly , lolye . In hyme ther ys no lack . Troly , lolye . His face yt ys so lyk a man , Troly , lolye . Who cane butt love hyme than ? Troly , lolye . Whersoever he bee ...
... hundred pownde . Troly , lolye . His hoysse of London - black , Troly , lolye . In hyme ther ys no lack . Troly , lolye . His face yt ys so lyk a man , Troly , lolye . Who cane butt love hyme than ? Troly , lolye . Whersoever he bee ...
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... hundred of his own men , ( as well armed , and better clothed ' than ' any ) to shew that the painfull to use their hands in peace , could be valiant , and imploy their armes in He feasted King Henry the eighth and his first Queen ...
... hundred of his own men , ( as well armed , and better clothed ' than ' any ) to shew that the painfull to use their hands in peace , could be valiant , and imploy their armes in He feasted King Henry the eighth and his first Queen ...
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... hundred markes , than I had it of thee . I drawe you to record , lords , he said . With that he cast him a gods - pennie : Now by my fay , sayd the heire of Linne , And here , good John , is thy money : And he pull'd forth three bagges ...
... hundred markes , than I had it of thee . I drawe you to record , lords , he said . With that he cast him a gods - pennie : Now by my fay , sayd the heire of Linne , And here , good John , is thy money : And he pull'd forth three bagges ...
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... hundred pounds That I were on yonder plain . " Arise , arise , thou little Musgrave , And put thy clothes on ; It shall never be said in my country , That I killed a naked man . I have two swords in one scabbard , Full dear they cost my ...
... hundred pounds That I were on yonder plain . " Arise , arise , thou little Musgrave , And put thy clothes on ; It shall never be said in my country , That I killed a naked man . I have two swords in one scabbard , Full dear they cost my ...
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... hundred and fifty doors Did to this bower belong ; And they so cunningly contriv'd , With turnings round about , That none , but with a clew of thread , Could enter in or out . 30 And , for his love and ladys sake , That AND BALLADS . 121.
... hundred and fifty doors Did to this bower belong ; And they so cunningly contriv'd , With turnings round about , That none , but with a clew of thread , Could enter in or out . 30 And , for his love and ladys sake , That AND BALLADS . 121.
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alasse babes ballad Barnwel bespake bower brave call'd dame dear death Derry doth earl Percy England eyes fair Eleanor fair flower fair lady fair Scotland Falero father fear flower of Northumberland foes Follow gallant gold grace grene grief hand hart hath heart hearts delight heire of Linne High trolollie horse Islington Joan John Dory knight land lero little Musgrave live London lord Barnard lord of Linne lord Thomas lully maid maidens merry mistress mother never noble Percy pound pray prince prison queen quoth ride Rosamond sayd Scotish Scotland sigh sing sir Andrew slain song sore sorrow stanza steed strand stryfe sung sweet Sweet-William tears tell thee thing THOMAS DELONEY thou art thou hast thou shalt three ravens Timoneda true love unto wanton wassel wend wife wilt wold words wyfe wyffe wyll
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