The book of British ballads . etraye her unto our king,In a fyer to have her brent. There came a lazar to the Kings gates, A lazar both blinde and lame ;I tooke the lazar upon my backe, And on her bedd had him layne. Then ranne I to our comelye king, These tidings sore to ever alacke ! sayes Aldingar, Falsing never doth well:— Forgive! forgive mee, Queene, madame, The short time I must live ! Nowe Christ forgive thee, Aldingar, As freely I forgive ! Gilbert, del. 115 j \\ > ;(. Here take thy queene, our King Harrye, And love her as thy life,For never had a king in Christentye
The book of British ballads . etraye her unto our king,In a fyer to have her brent. There came a lazar to the Kings gates, A lazar both blinde and lame ;I tooke the lazar upon my backe, And on her bedd had him layne. Then ranne I to our comelye king, These tidings sore to ever alacke ! sayes Aldingar, Falsing never doth well:— Forgive! forgive mee, Queene, madame, The short time I must live ! Nowe Christ forgive thee, Aldingar, As freely I forgive ! Gilbert, del. 115 j \\ > ;(. Here take thy queene, our King Harrye, And love her as thy life,For never had a king in Christentye, A truer and fairer wife. King Henrye ran to clasp his queene, And loosed her full sone ;Then turnd to look for the tinye boye ;—The boye was vanisht and gone! But first hee had touchd the lazar man, And stroakt him with his hand:The lazar under the gallowes treeAll whole and sounde did stand. The lazar under the gallowes tree Was comelye, straight and tall;King Henrye made him his head stewardeTo wayte withinn his -J5
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