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THE BLACKAMOOR IN THE WOOD.
IN Rome a nobleman did wed
A virgin of great fame;
A fairer creature never did
Dame Nature ever frame;
By whom he had two children fair,
Whose beauty did excel,
And were their parents' only joy,
They lov’d them both so well
This Lord he lov'd to hunt the buck,
The tiger, and the boar,
And still for swiftness always took
With him a Blackamoor;
Which Blackamoor, within the wood,
His Lord he did offend,
But there he did him then correct,
In hopes he would amend.
The day it drew unto an end,
Then homewards they did haste,
When with his Lady he did rest,
Until the night was past.
Then in the morning he did rise,
And both his servants call,
A hunting to provide to go,
Straight they were ready all.
