Ballad Book by Unknown
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page 48 of 255 (18%)
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His mother in her apron tooke
Her gentle sonne in haste, And by the fier side, within A walnut shell, him plac'd: Whereas they feasted him three dayes Upon a hazell nut, Whereon he rioted so long He them to charges put; And thereupon grew wonderous sicke, Through eating too much meate, Which was sufficient for a month For this great man to eate. But now his businesse call'd him foorth, King Arthurs court to see, Whereas no longer from the same He could a stranger be. But yet a few small April drops, Which settled in the way, His long and weary journey forth Did hinder and so stay. Until his carefull father tooke A hollow straw in sport, And with one blast blew this his sonne Into king Arthurs court. |
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