English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 8

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Francis James Child
Sampson Low, 1861 - Ballads, English
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Page 50 - You shall me ready finde. He goes his way; the day once past Gernutus doth not slacke To get a sergiant presently ; And clapt him on the backe...
Page 7 - Now three weeks space to thee will I give. And that is the longest time thou hast to live; For if thou dost not answer my questions three, Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to mee.
Page 8 - I must give, That I have but three days more to live; For if I do not answer him questions three, My head will be smitten from my bodie.
Page 10 - And then your grace need not make any doubt But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be gone so soone! — Now from the third question thou must not shrinke, But tell me here truly what I do thinke.
Page 7 - For except thou canst answer me questions three, Thy head shall be smitten from thy bodie. And first, quo...
Page 51 - To spoyle the blond of innocent, By forfeit of his bond. And as he was about to strike In him the deadly blow, "Stay," quoth the judge, "thy crueltie; I charge thee to do so.
Page 51 - SOME offered for his hundred crownes Five hundred for to pay ; And some a thousand, two or three, Yet still he did denay. And at the last ten thousand crownes They offered him to save. Gernutus sayd, I will no gold : My forfeite I will have. A pound of fleshe is my demand, And that shall be my hire.
Page 8 - Away rode the abbot all sad at that word, And he rode to Cambridge and Oxenford ; But never a doctor there was so wise, That could with his learning an answer devise. Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold, And he mett his shepheard a going to fold : " How now, my lord abbot, you are welcome home : What newes do you bring us from good King John?
Page 9 - I am like your lordship, as ever may bee : And if you will but lend me your gowne, There is none shall knowe us at fair London towne.

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