Percy Manuscript, p. 53, Hales and Furnivall, I, 119.
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'For this same night att [Bucklesfeildberry]
Litle Musgreue is in bed with thy wife.' |
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'If it be trew, thou litle foote-page,
This tale thou hast told to mee,
Then all my lands in Buckle[s]feildberry
I'le freely giue to thee. |
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'But if this be a lye, thou little foot-page,
This tale thou hast told to mee,
Then on the highest tree in Bucklesfeildberry
All hanged that thou shalt bee.' |
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Saies, Vpp and rise, my merrymen all,
And saddle me my good steede,
For I must ride to Bucklesfeildberry;
God wott I had neuer more need! |
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But some they whistled, and some th'z sunge,
And some they thus cold say,
When euer as Lord Barnetts horne blowes,
'Away, Musgreue, away!' |
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'Mie thinkes I heare the throstlecocke,
Me thinkes I heare the iay,
Me thinkes I heare Lord Barnetts horne,
Away, Musgreue, away!' |
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'But lie still, lie still, Litle Musgreue,
And huddle me from the cold,
For it is but some sheaperds boy,
Is whistling sheepe ore the mold. |
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'Is not thy hauke vpon a pearch,
Thy horsse eating corne and hay?
And thou, a gay lady in thine armes,
And yett thou wold goe away!' |
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By this time Lord Barnett was come to the dore,
And light vpon a stone,
And he pulled out three silver kayes,
And opened the dores euery one. |
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And first he puld the couering downe,
And then puld downe the sheete;
Saies, How now? How now, Litle Musgreue?
Dost find my gay lady sweet? |
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'I find her sweete,' saies Litle Musgreue,
'The more is my greefe and paine;'
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'Soe haue I done the fairest lady
That euer wore womans weede. |
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'Soe haue I done a heathen child,
Which full sore greiueth mee,
For which Ile repent all the dayes of my life,
And god be with them all three!' |
