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ALS T YOD ON AT MOUNDAT. 275
Botones asurd, everlk ane, Fra his elbouthe ontll his hande;
Erdelik man was he nane;
That in myn hert ich onderstande. *>
Til him I sayde ful sone on ane,
For forthirmar I wald him fraine, " Gladli wald I wit thi name,
And I wist wat me mouthe gaine; Thou ert so htel of fleshe and bane, «
And so mikel of mith and mayne, War vones thou, litel man, at hame ?
"Wit of thee I wald ful faine."
" Thoth I be litel and lith,
Am y noth wytouten wane; »
Ferli frained thou wat hi hith,
That thou salt noth wit my name ; My wonige stede ful wel es dyght,
Nou sone thou salt se at hame." Til him I sayde, " For Godes mith, 55
Let me forth myn erand gane."
" The thar noth of thin erand lette,
Thouth thou come ay stonde wit me, Forther salt thou noth bi sette,
Bi miles twa noyther bi three." 60
Na linger durst I for him lette,
But forth y funded wyt that free; Stintid vs brok no beck;
Ferlich me thouth hu so mouth bee.
39, Clidelifc. 43, Glalli wild. 62, That, qy. Yat?; with. 63, dygh. |
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