The book of British ballads . What wold ye doe with my harpe, he sayd, < If I did sell it yee? To playe my wiffe and me a Fitt, When abed together wee bee. Now sell me, quoth hee, thy bryde so gay, As shee sitts by thy knee,And as many gold nobles I will give As leaves been on a tree. Hee playd agayne both loud and shrille, And Adler he did sing, O ladye, this is thy owne true love; Noe harper, but a king. O ladye, this is thy owne true love,As playnlye thou mayest see; And He rid thee of that foule paynim,Who partes thy love and thee. The ladye looked, the ladye blushte,And blushte and loo
The book of British ballads . What wold ye doe with my harpe, he sayd, < If I did sell it yee? To playe my wiffe and me a Fitt, When abed together wee bee. Now sell me, quoth hee, thy bryde so gay, As shee sitts by thy knee,And as many gold nobles I will give As leaves been on a tree. Hee playd agayne both loud and shrille, And Adler he did sing, O ladye, this is thy owne true love; Noe harper, but a king. O ladye, this is thy owne true love,As playnlye thou mayest see; And He rid thee of that foule paynim,Who partes thy love and thee. The ladye looked, the ladye blushte,And blushte and lookt agayne, While Adler he hath drawne his brande,And hath the Sowdan slayne. Up then rose the kemperye men, And loud they gan to crye: Ah ! traytors, yee have slayne our king, And therefore yee shall dye. King Estmere threwe the harpe asyde,And swith he drew his brand; And Estmere he, and Adler younge,Right stiffe in stour can stand. And what wold ye doe with my brydeIff I did sell her thee ? [soe gay, More seemelye it is for
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