A Bundle of Ballads by Unknown
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With bow in hand, for to withstand
Your enemies, if need be: And this same night, before daylight, To woodward will I flee. An ye will all this fulfil, Do it shortly as ye can: Else will I to the green wood go, Alone, a banished man." SHE. "I shall as now do more for you Than 'longeth to womanhede; To short my hair, a bow to bear, To shoot in time of need. O my sweet mother! before all other For you have I most drede! But now, adieu! I must ensue, Where fortune doth me lead. All this make ye. Now let us flee; The day comes fast upon: For, in my mind, of all mankind I love but you alone." HE. "Nay, nay, not so; ye shall not go, And I shall tell you why,-- Your appetite is to be light Of love, I well espy: For, right as ye have said to me, In like wise hardily |
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