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246 ARMSTRONG AND MUSGKAVE.
Their talk and eke their countenance shew'd 71
Their hearts were clogg'd with care. " Fair Isabel," the one did say, " Thou hast subdu'd my heart this day; " " But she's my joy," did Musgrave say,
" My bright and bonny lass." 80
With that these friends incontinent
Became most deadly foes ; For love of beauteous Isabel,
Great strife betwixt them rose: Quoth Armstrong, " She shall be my wife, 85 Although for her I lose my life;" And thus began a deadly strife,
And for one bonny lass.
Thus two years long this grudge did grow
These gallant knights between, so
While they a-wooing both did go, Unto this beauteous queen ;
And she who did their furies prove,
To neither would bewray her love,
The deadly quarrel to remove »
About this bonny lass.
But neither, for her fair intreats,
Nor yet her sharp dispute, Would they appease their raging ire,
Nor yet give o'er their suit. mo
The gentlemen of the North Country At last did make this good decree, All for a perfect unity
About this bonny lass. |
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