The Book of Old English Ballads by George Wharton Edwards
page 106 of 137 (77%)
page 106 of 137 (77%)
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For had ye, lo! an hundred mo,
Of them I would be one; For, in my mind, of all mankind I love but you alone. HE Mine own dear love, I see the proof That ye be kind and true; Of maid, and wife, in all my life, The best that ever I knew. Be merry and glad, be no more sad, The case is changed new; For it were ruth, that, for your truth, Ye should have cause to rue. Be not dismayed, whatsoever I said To you, when I began; I will not to the green wood go, I am no banished man. SHE These tidings be more glad to me, Than to be made a queen, If I were sure they should endure: But it is often seen, When men will break promise, they speak The wordes on the splene. |
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