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THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE. 147
It's just as my sword and thy neck can agree, For I am a jovial hunter."
Then into his long locks the wild woman flew,
Wind well thy horn, good hunter; Till she thought in her heart to tear him through, m
Though he was a jovial hunter.
Then Sir Ryalas drawed his broad sword again,
Wind well Ay horn, good hunter; And he fairly split her head into twain,
For he was a jovial hunter. «o
In Bromsgrove church, the knight he doth lie,
Wind well thy horn, good hunter; And the wild boar's head is pictured thereby,
Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. |
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THE BLUDY SEEK.
The. Bludy Serb, both story and morality, is taken from the Gesta Romanorum; see two forms of the tale in Madden's Old English Versions, &c. p. 22, p. 404.
This poem is preserved in the Bannatyne ManuÂscript, and has been several times printed. The presÂent copy is from Laing's Select Remains of the Ancient .Popular Poetry of Scotland. The author is Robert Henryson, whose ballad of Robene and Makyne has %een given in the fourth volume of this collection. |
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