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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Childe Waters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Childe Waters in his stable stoode<br>And stroakt his milke-white steede; <br>To him a fayre yonge ladye came<br>As ever ware womans weede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Christ you save, good Childe Waters,'<br>Sayes, 'Christ you save and see;<br>My girdle of gold that was too longe,<br>Is now too short for mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And all is with one childe of yours<br>I feele sturre at my side;<br>My gowne of greene it is too straighte;<br>Before, it was too wide.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If the childe be mine, faire Ellen,' he sayd,<br>'Be mine, as you tell mee,<br>Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br>Take them your owne to bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If the childe be mine, faire Ellen,' he sayd,<br>'Be mine, as you doe sweare,<br>Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br>And make that childe your heyre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shee sayes, 'I had rather have one kisse,<br>Childe Waters, of thy mouth,<br>Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br>That lye by north and southe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And I had rather have one twinkling,<br>Childe Waters, of thine ee,<br>Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br>To take them mine owne to bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To-morrowe, Ellen, I must forth ryde<br>Farr into the north countree;<br>The fayrest ladye that I can finde,<br>Ellen, must goe with mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Thoughe I am not that ladye fayre,<br>Yet let me goe with thee:'<br>And ever I pray you, Childe Waters,<br>Your foot-page let me bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you will my foot-page bee, Ellen,<br>As you doe tell to mee,<br>Then you must cut your gowne of greene<br>An inch above your knee:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Soe must you doe your yellowe lockes,<br>An inch above your ee;<br>You must tell no man what is my name;<br>My foot-page then you shall bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shee, all the longe daye Childe Waters rode,<br>Ran barefoote by his syde,<br>Yet was he never soe courteous a knighte,<br>To say, 'Ellen, will you ryde?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shee, all the long daye Childe Waters rode,<br>Ran barefoote thorow the broome,<br>Yet was hee never soe courteous a knighte,<br>To say, 'put on your shoone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ride softlye,' shee sayd, 'O Childe Waters,<br>Why doe you ryde so fast?<br>The childe, which is no mans but thine,<br>My bodye itt will brast.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hee sayth, 'Seest thou yonder water, Ellen,<br>That flows from banke to brimme?' - <br>'I trust in God, O Childe Waters,<br>You never will see me swimme.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when shee came to the water side, <br>She sayled to the chinne:<br>'Nowe the Lord of heaven be my speede,<br>For I must learne to swimme.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The salt waters bare up her clothes;<br>Our Ladye bare up her chinne;<br>Childe Waters was a woeman, good Lord,<br>To see faire Ellen swimme!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when shee over the water was,<br>Shee then came to his knee:<br>Hee sayd, 'Come hither, thou fayre Ellen,<br>Loe yonder what I see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?<br>Of redd gold shines the yate:<br>Of twenty-foure faire ladyes there,<br>The fairest is my mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?<br>Of redd golde shines the towre:<br>There are twenty-four fayre ladyes there,<br>The fayrest is my paramoure.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I see the hall now, Childe Waters,<br>Of redd golde shines the yate:<br>God give you good now of yourselfe,<br>And of your worthye mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I see the hall now, Childe Waters,<br>Of redd golde shines the towre:<br>God give you good now of yourselfe,<br>And of your paramoure.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There twenty-four fayre ladyes were<br>A playing at the ball,<br>And Ellen, the fayrest ladye there,<br>Must bring his steed to the stall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There twenty-four fayre ladyes were<br>A playinge at the chesse,<br>And Ellen, the fayrest ladye there,<br>Must bring his horse to gresse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then bespake Childe Waters sister,<br>These were the wordes sayd shee:<br>'You have the prettyest page, brother,<br>That ever I did see;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But that his bellye it is so bigge,<br>His girdle stands soe hye;<br>And ever I pray you, Childe Waters,<br>Let him in my chamber lye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is not fit for a little foot-page, <br>That has run throughe mosse and myre,<br>To lye in the chamber of any ladye,<br>That weares soe riche attyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is more meete for a little foot-page,<br>That has run throughe moss and myre,<br>To take his supper upon his knee,<br>And lye by the kitchen fyre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now when they had supped every one,<br>To bedd they tooke theyr waye:<br>He sayd, 'Come hither, my little foot-page,<br>And hearken what I saye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Goe thee downe into yonder towne,<br>And lowe into the streete;<br>The fayrest ladye that thou canst finde,<br>Hyre in mine armes to sleepe;<br>And take her up in thine armes twaine,<br>For filing of her feete.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ellen is gone into the towne,<br>And lowe into the streete;<br>The fayrest ladye that shee colde finde<br>She hyred in his armes to sleepe;<br>And tooke her up in her armes twaine,<br>For filing of her feete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I praye you nowe, good Childe Waters,<br>Let mee lye at your feete;<br>For there is noe place about this house,<br>Where I may 'saye a sleepe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He gave her leave, and fair Ellen<br>'Down at his beds feet laye;<br>This done the nighte drove on apace,<br>And when it was neare the daye,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hee sayd, 'Rise up, my little foot-page,<br>Give my steede corne and haye;<br>And give him nowe the good black oates,<br>To carry mee better awaye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then rose the faire Ellen,<br>And gave his steed corne and haye;<br>And soe shee did the good black oates,<br>To carry him the better awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leaned her back to the manger side,<br>And grievouslye did groane;<br>She leaned her back to the manger side,<br>And there shee made her moane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that beheard his mother deare,<br>Shee heard 'her woefull woe:' <br>She sayd, 'Rise up, thou Childe Waters,<br>And into thy stable goe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For in thy stable is a ghost,<br>That grievouslye doth grone;<br>Or else some woman laboures with childe,<br>Shee is soe woe-begone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then rose Childe Waters soone,<br>And did on his shirte of silke;<br>And then he put on his other clothes,<br>On his bodye as white as milke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he came to the stable dore,<br>Full still there hee did stand,<br>That hee mighte heare his fayre Ellen,<br>Howe shee made her monand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sayd, 'Lullabye, mine own dear childe,<br>Lullabye, deare childe, deare;<br>I wolde thy father were a kinge,<br>Thy mothere ladye on a biere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Peace nowe,' hee sayd, 'good, faire Ellen,<br>Bee of good cheere, I praye;<br>And the bridale and the churchinge bothe<br>Shall bee upon one daye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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To him a fayre yonge ladye came
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Sayes, 'Christ you save, good Childe Waters,'
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