The Book of Old English Ballads by George Wharton Edwards
page 119 of 137 (86%)
page 119 of 137 (86%)
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"My lord, your father he greets you well,
With many a noble knight; He desires you to bide, That he may see this fight. "The baron of Grastock is come out of the west, With him a noble company; All they lodge at your father's this night, And the battle fain would they see." "For Jesu's love," said Sir Harry Percy, "That died for you and me, Wend to my lord, my father, again, And say thou saw me not with ee; "My troth is plight to yon Scottish knight, It needs me not to layne, That I should bide him upon this bent, And I have his troth again; "And if that I wend off this ground, For sooth unfoughten away, He would me call but a coward knight, In his land another day. "Yet had I lever to be rynde and rent, By Mary that mykel may, Than ever my manhood should be reproved With a Scot another day. |
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