Ancient Songs and Ballads, from the Reign of King Henry the Second to the Revolution, Том 2Payne and Foss, 1829 |
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... land The slaughter of a wyffe . " Fetche me my pestilett , And charge me my gonne , That I may shott at ' the ' bloddy butcher , The lord of Easter - towne . " She styfly stod on her castle - wall , And lett the pellettes flee , She ...
... land The slaughter of a wyffe . " Fetche me my pestilett , And charge me my gonne , That I may shott at ' the ' bloddy butcher , The lord of Easter - towne . " She styfly stod on her castle - wall , And lett the pellettes flee , She ...
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... land . " Then bespake the yongest sonn , That sat on the nurses knee , Sayth , mother gay , geve over your house , [ The smoke ] it smoldereth me . I wold geve my gold , she saith , And so I wolde my fee , For a blaste of the western ...
... land . " Then bespake the yongest sonn , That sat on the nurses knee , Sayth , mother gay , geve over your house , [ The smoke ] it smoldereth me . I wold geve my gold , she saith , And so I wolde my fee , For a blaste of the western ...
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... land ships , that the tune was frequently danced to . See Steevens's Shakspeare , 1793 , xiv . 369 . I WAYLE in woe , I plundge in payne , With sorrowing sobbes I do complayne , With wallowing waves I wishe to dye , I languishe sore ...
... land ships , that the tune was frequently danced to . See Steevens's Shakspeare , 1793 , xiv . 369 . I WAYLE in woe , I plundge in payne , With sorrowing sobbes I do complayne , With wallowing waves I wishe to dye , I languishe sore ...
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... land Whereas the barke may sinke in sande . You students all that present be To viewe my fatall destenie , Would god I could requyte your payne Wherein you labour , though ' in vayne . If mightie Jove would thinke it good To spare my ...
... land Whereas the barke may sinke in sande . You students all that present be To viewe my fatall destenie , Would god I could requyte your payne Wherein you labour , though ' in vayne . If mightie Jove would thinke it good To spare my ...
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... land repent , and The Strange Judgements of God . " " John Winscombe , called commonly Jack of Newberry , " as we are told by Fuller , " was the most considerable clothier ( without fancy and fiction ) England ever beheld ... In the ...
... land repent , and The Strange Judgements of God . " " John Winscombe , called commonly Jack of Newberry , " as we are told by Fuller , " was the most considerable clothier ( without fancy and fiction ) England ever beheld ... In the ...
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