Ancient Songs and Ballads, from the Reign of King Henry the Second to the Revolution, Том 2Payne and Foss, 1829 |
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... a framer , To ryd ' her ' who shuld , No labur could lame her , ' To gallape while they wolde . Now , ty the mare , Tom boy , & c . [ V. 17. tamer . ] 10 20 20 . Because thou dost lyke her , And lyst nott 32 ANCIENT SONGS.
... a framer , To ryd ' her ' who shuld , No labur could lame her , ' To gallape while they wolde . Now , ty the mare , Tom boy , & c . [ V. 17. tamer . ] 10 20 20 . Because thou dost lyke her , And lyst nott 32 ANCIENT SONGS.
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... thou lett her , Thay seke and can nott fynd her , Yett wer thou much better In trammells to bynd her A loock and a fetter Befor and behynd her , At lyver to sett her , r ; Wher thou lyst to asyne her . Now , ty the mare , Tom boy , & c ...
... thou lett her , Thay seke and can nott fynd her , Yett wer thou much better In trammells to bynd her A loock and a fetter Befor and behynd her , At lyver to sett her , r ; Wher thou lyst to asyne her . Now , ty the mare , Tom boy , & c ...
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... thou mayk no patching . Now , ty the mar , Tom boy , & c . To glosse or to glaver , I will for no medyng , But yffe thou wilt have her All tymes at thy nedyng . Lett her nott tayk saver At ' other ' mens fedyng , For , then , will they ...
... thou mayk no patching . Now , ty the mar , Tom boy , & c . To glosse or to glaver , I will for no medyng , But yffe thou wilt have her All tymes at thy nedyng . Lett her nott tayk saver At ' other ' mens fedyng , For , then , will they ...
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... thou lady gay , And I will make the a bande , To - nighte thoust ly wythin my arm [ es ] , To - morrowe thou shall ere my lan [ de ] . ” Then bespacke the eldest sonne , That was both whitt and redde , O mother dere , geve over your ...
... thou lady gay , And I will make the a bande , To - nighte thoust ly wythin my arm [ es ] , To - morrowe thou shall ere my lan [ de ] . ” Then bespacke the eldest sonne , That was both whitt and redde , O mother dere , geve over your ...
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... thou hast slayne my eldest sonne , The ayre of all my 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 ...
... thou hast slayne my eldest sonne , The ayre of all my 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 ...
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