The book of British ballads . But nothing could this furious queene Therewith appeased bee;The cup of deadyle poyson stronge, As she knelt on her knee, Shee gave the comelye dame to drinke ; Who tooke it in her hand,And from her bended knee arose, And on her feet did stand: And casting up her eyes to heaven, Shee did for mercye calle ;And drinking up the poison stronge, Her life she lost withalle. And when that death through everye limbeHad showde his greatest spite, Her chiefest foes did there confesseShee was a glorious Her body then they did entomb,When life was fled away, At Godsto

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The book of British ballads . But nothing could this furious queene Therewith appeased bee;The cup of deadyle poyson stronge, As she knelt on her knee, Shee gave the comelye dame to drinke ; Who tooke it in her hand,And from her bended knee arose, And on her feet did stand: And casting up her eyes to heaven, Shee did for mercye calle ;And drinking up the poison stronge, Her life she lost withalle. And when that death through everye limbeHad showde his greatest spite, Her chiefest foes did there confesseShee was a glorious Her body then they did entomb,When life was fled away, At Godstowe, neere to Oxford towne,As may be seene this day. Franklin, del •lmsley, sc. —

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