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316 CHILDE MAUEICE. |
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Ffor if my lord heare one of those words, Thou must be hanged hye."
John Steward stood under the castle wall, And he wrote the words every one;
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And he called unto his horssekeeper, <a
" Make ready you my steede;" And soe he did to his chamberlaine,
" Make readye then my weed."
And he cast a lease upon his backe,
And he rode to the silver wood, 70
And there he sought all about,
About the silver wood.
And there he found him Childe Maurice,
Sitting upon a blocke, With a silver combe in his hand, n>
Kembing his yellow locke.
He sayes, " how now, how now, Childe Maurice,
Alacke how may this bee ? " But then stood by him Childe Maurice,
And sayd these words trulye : so
" I do not know your ladye," he said,
" If that I doe her see." " Ffor thou hast sent her love tokens,
More now than two or three.
" For thou hast sent her a mantle of greene, 85 As greene as any grasse, |
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