Miscellany Poems.
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I have two Swords in one Scabberd, Full dear they coſt my Purſe,And thou ſhalt have the beſt of them, And I will have the worſe.
The firſt ſtroke that little Muſgrave ſtruck, He hurt Lord Bernard ſore;The next ſtroke that Lord Bernard ſtruck, Little Muſgrave ne’er ſtruck more.
With that beſpake the Lady fair, In Bed whereas the lay,Although th’art dead, thou Little Muſgrave, Yet I for thee will pray.
And wiſh well to thy Soul will I, So long as I have Life;So will I not do for thee Bernard, Though I am thy Wedded Wife.
He cut her Paps from off her Breaſts, Great pity it was to ſee,Some drops of this fair Lady’s Heart Blood, Ran trickling down her knee.
Wo worth you, wo worth, my Merry Men all, You ne’re were born for my good;Why did you not offer to ſtay my Hand, When you ſee me wax ſo wood?
For I have Slain the braveſt Sir Knight, That ever Rode on a Steed;So have I done the faireſt Lady, That ever did Woman’s Deed.
A Grave, a Grave, Lord Bernard cry’d, To put theſe Lovers in,But lay my Lady o’ th’ upper hand, For ſhe came o’ the better Kin.
