The book of British ballads . DranJdin, del. T- Williams sc. me(sm of The Child of Elle he hyed him thence, Y-wis he stoode not stille,And soone he mette faire Emmelines page Come climbing up the hille. 1 Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,Nowe Christe thee save and see ! Oh, tell me how does thy ladye gaye,And what may thy tydinges bee V My lady she is all woe-begone, And the teares they falle from her eyne;And aye she laments the deadlye feude Betweene her house and thine. And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe Bedewde with many a teare,And biddes thee sometimes thinke on
The book of British ballads . DranJdin, del. T- Williams sc. me(sm of The Child of Elle he hyed him thence, Y-wis he stoode not stille,And soone he mette faire Emmelines page Come climbing up the hille. 1 Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,Nowe Christe thee save and see ! Oh, tell me how does thy ladye gaye,And what may thy tydinges bee V My lady she is all woe-begone, And the teares they falle from her eyne;And aye she laments the deadlye feude Betweene her house and thine. And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe Bedewde with many a teare,And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her, Who loved thee so deare. And here she sends thee a ring of goldeThe last boone thou mayst have, And biddes thee weare it for her sake,Whan she is layd in grave. For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,And in grave soone must shee bee. Sith her father hath chose her anew new love,And forbidde her to think of thee. Her father hath brought her a carlish knighte,Sir John of the north countraye, And within three dayes shee must him wedde,Or he vowes he will her slaye. Nowe hy
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