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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As it fell out on a highe holye daye,<br>As many bee in the yeare,<br>When young men and maides together do goe,<br>Their masses and matins to heare,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Musgrave came to the church door,<br>The priest was at the mass;<br>But he had more mind of the fine women,<br>Then he had of our Ladyes grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some of them were clad in greene,<br>And others were clad in pall;<br>And then came in my Lord Barnardes wife,<br>The fairest among them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shee cast an eye on little Musgrave<br>As bright as the summer sunne:<br>O then bethought him little Musgrave,<br>'This ladyes heart I have wonne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quoth she, 'I have loved thee, little Musgrave,<br>Fulle long and manye a daye:'<br>'So have I loved you, ladye faire,<br>Yet word I never durst saye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have a bower at Bucklesford-Bury,<br>Full daintilye bedight;<br>If thoult wend thither, my little Musgrave,<br>Thoust lig in mine armes all night.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quoth hee, 'I thanke yee, ladye faire,<br>This kindness yee shew to mee;<br>And whether it be to my weale or woe,<br>This night will I lig with thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this beheard a litle foot-page,<br>By his ladyes coach as he ranne:<br>Quoth he, 'Thoughe I am my ladyes page,<br>Yet Ime my Lord Barnardes manne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My Lord Barnard shall knowe of this, <br>Although I lose a limbe.'<br>And ever whereas the bridges were broke,<br>He layd him downe to swimme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Asleep or awake, thou Lord Barnard,<br>As thou art a man of life;<br>Lo! this same night at Bucklesford-Bury<br>Little Musgrave's abed with thy wife.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If it be trew, thou litle foote-page,<br>This tale thou hast told to mee,<br>Then all my lands in Bucklesford-Bury<br>I freelye will give to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But and it be a lye, thou litle foot-page,<br>This tale thou hast told to mee,<br>On the highest tree in Bucklesford-Bury<br>All hanged shalt thou bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rise up, rise up, my merry men all,<br>And saddle me my good steede;<br>This night must I to Bucklesford-Bury,<br>God wott, I had never more neede.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then some they whistled, and some they sang,<br>And some did loudlye saye,<br>Whenever Lord Barnardes horne it blewe,<br>'Awaye, Musgrave, awaye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Methinkes I heare the throstle cocke,<br>Methinkes I heare the jaye,<br>Methinkes I heare Lord Barnardes horne;<br>I would I were awaye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lye still, lye still, thou little Musgrave,<br>And huggle me from the cold;<br>For it is but some shephardes boye<br>A whistling his sheepe to the fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is not thy hawke upon the pearche,<br>Thy horse eating corne and haye?<br>And thou a gaye ladye within thine armes, -<br>And wouldst thou be away?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By this Lord Barnard was come to the dore,<br>And lighted upon a stone;<br>And he pulled out three silver keyes,<br>And opened the dores eche one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lifted up the coverlett,<br>He lifted up the sheete;<br>'How now, how now, thou little Musgrave,<br>Dost find my gaye ladye sweete?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I find her sweete,' quoth the little Musgrave,<br>'The more is my griefe and paine;<br>Ide gladlye give three hundred poundes<br>That I were on yonder plaine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Arise, arise thou little Musgrave,<br>And put thy cloathes nowe on;<br>It shall never be said in my countree,<br>That I killed a naked man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have two swordes in one scabbarde,<br>Full deare they cost my purse;<br>And thou shalt have the best of them,<br>And I will have the worse.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first stroke that little Musgrave strucke,<br>He hurt Lord Barnard sore;<br>The next stroke that Lord Barnard strucke,<br>Little Musgrave never strucke more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that bespake the ladye faire,<br>In bed whereas she laye,<br>'Althoughe thou art dead, my little Musgrave,<br>Yet for thee I will praye;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And wishe well to thy soule will I, <br>As long as I have life;<br>So will I not do for thee, Barnard,<br>Thoughe I am thy wedded wife.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cut her pappes from off her brest,<br>Great pitye it was to see<br>The drops of this fair ladyes bloode<br>Run trickling downe her knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wo worth, wo worth ye, my merrye men all,<br>You never were borne for my goode;<br>Why did you not offer to stay my hande,<br>When you sawe me wax so woode?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I have slaine the fairest sir knighte<br>That ever rode on a steede;<br>So have I done the fairest lady <br>That ever ware womans weede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A grave, a grave,' Lord Barnard cryde,<br>'To putt these lovers in;<br>But lay my ladye o' the upper hande,<br>For shee comes o' the better kin.'</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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