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And fought to help their mother dear,
but, alas! all was in vain.
For the egregious filthy rogue,
her hands behind her bound,
And then perforce with all his ſtrength
he threw her to the ground.
With that the ſhriek'd, her children cry'd,
and such a noiſe did make,
The townſmen hearing their lament,
did ſeek their part to take;
But all in vain, no way they found
to aid the Lady's need,
Who cry'd to them moſt piteouſly,
Oh! help, oh! help with ſpeed!
Some ran into the foreſt wide,
his Lord home for to call,
And they that stood did still lament
the gallant Lady's fall.
With ſpeed his Lord came poſting home,
but could not enter in;
His Lady's cries did pierce his heart!
to call he did begin:
Hold thy hand, thou ſavage Moor,
to hurt her do forbear,
Or elſe be sure, if I do live,
wild horſes ſhall thee tear!
With that the rogue ran to the wall,
