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And some of them were clad in greene,

And others were clad in pall,
And then came in my lord Barnardes wife,

The faireft among them all.

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I have a bower at Bucklesford-Bury,

Full daintilye bedight,
If thoult wend thither, my little Musgrave,

Thouit lig in mine armes ail night.

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All this beheard a tiney foot-page,

By his lady es coach as he ranne:
Quoth he, thoughe I am my ladyes page,

Yet Ime my lord Barnardes manne.

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If it be trewe, thou tiney foot-page,

This tale thou hast told to mee, Then all my lands in Bucklesford-Bury

I freelye will give to thee.

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Methinkes I hear the throstle cocke,

Methinkes I hcare the jaye, Methinkes I heare lorde Barnardes horne,

I would I were awaye.

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With that lord Bernard came to the dore,

And lighted upon a stone;
And he pulled out three silver keyes,

And opened the dores eche one.

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I find her sweete, quoth little Musgrave,

The more is my griefe and paine; Ide gladlye give three hundred poundes That I were on yonder plaine.

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He cut her pappes from off her brests

Great pitye it was to fee
Some drops of this faire ladyes bloode

Run trickling down her knee.

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Wo worth, wo worth ye, my merrye men all,

You never were borne for my goode: Why did you not offer to lay my hande,

When you see me wax so woode?

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