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THE DAMOSELS COMPLAINT. 385 |
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Now had she not been in the wild forrest Passing three months and a day,
But with hunger and cold she had her fill, u Till she was quite worn away.
At last she saw a fair tyl'd house, And there she swore by the rood,
That she would to that fair tyl'd house, There for to get her some food. at
But when she came unto the gates,
Aloud, aloud she cry'd, " An alms, an alms, my own sister!
I ask you for no pride."
Her sister call'd up her merry men all, as
By one, by two, and by three, And bid them hunt away that wild doe,
As far as e'er they could see.
They hunted her o're hill and dale, And they hunted her so sore, ao
That they hunted her into the forrest, Where her sorrows grew more and more.
She laid a stone all at her head,
And another all at her feet, And down she lay between these two, ss
Till death had lull'd her asleep.
When sweet Will came and stood at her head,
And likewise stood at her feet, A thousand times he kiss'd her cold lips, Her body being fast asleep. *>
VOL. ii. 25 |
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