The book of British ballads . Where in the dale a moss-grown Cross Oershades an aged thorn,Sir Elmers and young Hengists corse Were by the spearmen borne. And there, all clad in robes of white,With many a sigh and tear, The village maids to Hengists graveDid Meys fair body bear. And there, at dawn and fall of day,All from the neighbouring groves The turtles Avail, in widowed notes,And sing their hapless loves. R. PiokersgUl dci. \VA\\\\V\\V London:Printed by A, Spottiswoode,New-Street-Square.

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