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The First Part	A
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In Ireland ferr over the sea	B
There dwelleth a bonnye kinge	C
And with him a yong and comlye knighte	A
Men call him Syr Cauline	D
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The kinge had a ladye to his daughter	E
In fashyon she hath no peere	E
And princely wightes that ladye wooed	A
To be theyr wedded feere	E
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Syr Cauline loveth her best of all	F
But nothing durst he saye	G
Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man	D
But deerlye he lovde this may	G
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Till on a daye it so beffell	F
Great dill to him was dight	A
The maydens love removde his mynd	A
To care bed went the knighte	A
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One while he spred his armes him fro	E
One while he spred them nye	H
'And aye but I winne that ladyes love	I
For dole now I mun dye '	-
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And whan our parish masse was done	D
Our kinge was bowne to dyne	D
He says 'Where is Syr Cauline	D
That is wont to serve the wyne '	-
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Then aunswerde him a courteous knighte	A
And fast his handes gan wringe	C
'Sir Cauline is sicke and like to dye	H
Without a good leechinge '	-
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'Fetche me downe my daughter deere	E
She is a leeche fulle fine	D
Goe take him doughe and the baken bread	A
And serve him with the wyne soe red	A
Lothe I were him to tine '	-
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Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes	J
Her maydens follwyng nye	H
'O well ' she sayth 'How doth my lord '	-
'O sicke thou fayr ladye '	-
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'Nowe ryse up wightlye man for shame	K
Never lye soe cowardlee	F
For it is told in my fathers halle	F
You dye for love of mee '	-
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'Fayre ladye it is for your love	I
That all this dill I drye	H
For if you wold comfort me with a kisse	J
Then were I brought from bale to blisse	J
No lenger wold I lye '	-
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'Syr Knighte my father is a kinge	C
I am his onlye heire	E
Alas and well you knowe Syr Knighte	A
I never can be youre fere '	-
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'O ladye thou art a kinges daughter	E
And I am not thy peere	E
But let me doe some deedes of armes	J
To be your bacheleere '	-
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'Some deeds of armes if thou wilt doe	A
My bacheleere to bee	B
But ever and aye my heart wold rue	E
Giff harm shold happe to thee	B
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'Upon Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne	D
Upon the mores brodinge	C
And dare ye Syr Knighte wake there all nighte	A
Untill the fayre morninge	C
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'For the Eldridge knighte so mickle of mighte	A
Will examine you beforne	D
And never man bare life awaye	H
But he did him scath and scorne	D
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'That knighte he is a foul paynim	K
And large of limb and bone	D
And but if heaven may be thy speede	A
Thy life it is but gone '	-
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'Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke	L
For thy sake fair laide	A
And Ile either bring you a ready token	D
Or Ile never more you see '	-
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The lady is gone to her own chaumbere	E
Her maydens following bright	A
Syr Cauline lope from care bed soone	D
And to the Eldridge hills is gone	D
For to wake there all night	A
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Unto midnight that the moone did rise	J
He walked up and downe	D
Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe	A
Over the bents soe browne	D
Quothe hee 'If cryance come till my heart	A
I am ffar from any good towne '	-
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And soone he spyde on the mores so broad	A
A furyous wight and fell	F
A ladye bright his brydle led	A
Clad in a fayre kyrtell	F
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And soe fast he called on Syr Cauline	D
'O man I rede thee flye	H
For 'but' if cryance come till thy heart	A
I weene but thou mun dye '	-
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He sayth ''No' cryance comes till my heart	A
Nor in faith I wyll not flee	F
For cause thou minged not Christ before	E
The less me dreadeth thee '	-
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The Eldridge knighte he pricked his steed	A
Syr Cauline bold abode	A
Then either shooke his trustye speare	E
And the timber these two children bare	E
Soe soone in sunder slode	A
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Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes	J
And layden on full faste	A
Till helme and hawberke mail and sheelde	A
They all were well bye brast	A
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The Eldridge knight was mickle of might	A
And stiffe in stower did stande	A
But Syr Cauline with a 'backward' stroke	M
Has smote off his right hand	A
That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud	A
Fell downe on that lay land	A
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Then up Syr Cauline lift his brande	A
All over his head so hye	H
'And here I sweare by the holy roode	A
Nowe caytiffe thou shalt dye '	-
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Then up and came that ladye brighte	A
Faste wringing of her hande	A
'For the maydens love that most you love	I
Withold that deadlye brande	A
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'For the maydens love that most you love	I
Now smyte no more I praye	H
And aye whatever thou wilt my lord	A
He shall thy hests obaye '	-
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'Now sweare to mee thou Eldridge knighte	A
And here on this lay land	A
That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye	H
And thereto plight thy hand	A
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'And that thou never on Eldridge come	K
To sporte gamon or playe	H
And that thou here give up thy armes	J
Until thy dying daye '	-
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The Eldridge knighte gave up his armes	J
With many a sorrowfulle sighe	I
And sware to obey Syr Caulines hest	A
Till the tyme that she shold dye	H
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And he then up and the Eldridge knighte	A
Sett him in his saddle anone	D
And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye	H
To theyr castle are they gone	D
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Then he tooke up the bloudy hand	A
That was so large of bone	D
And on it he founde five ringes of gold	A
Of knightes that had been slone	D
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Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde	A
As hard as any flint	A
And he tooke off those ringes five	I
As bright as fyre and brent	A
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Home then pricked Syr Cauline	D
As light as leafe on tree	F
I wys he neither stint ne blanne	D
Till he his ladye see	F
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Then downe he knelt upon his knee	F
Before that lady gay	H
'O ladye I have bin on the Eldridge hills	J
These tokens I bring away '	-
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'Now welcome welcome Syr Cauline	F
Thrice welcome unto mee	F
For now I perceive thou art a true knighte	A
Of valour bolde and free '	-
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'O ladye I am thy own true knighte	A
Thy hests for to obaye	H
And mought I hope to winne thy love'	I
No more his tonge colde say	H
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The ladye blushed scarlette redde	A
And fette a gentill sighe	I
'Alas Syr Knight how may this bee	F
For my degree's soe highe	I
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'But sith thou hast hight thou comely youth	N
To be my batchilere	F
Ile promise if the I may not wedde	A
I will have none other fere '	-
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Then shee held forthe her lilly white hand	A
Towards that knighte so free	F
He gave to it one gentill kisse	H
His heart was brought from Lale to blisse	H
The teares sterte from his ee	F
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'But keep my counsayl Syr Cauline	F
Ne let no man it knowe	A
For and ever my father sholde it ken	F
I wot he wolde us sloe '	-
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From that daye forthe that ladye fayre	F
Lovde Syr Cauline the knighte	A
From that daye forthe he only joyde	A
Whan shee was in his sight	A
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Yea and oftentimes they mette	A
Within a fayre arboure	F
Where they in love and sweet daliaunce	H
Past manye a pleasaunt houre	F
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Part the Second	A
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Everye white will have its blacke	H
And everye sweete its sowre	F
This founde the Ladye Christabelle	F
In an untimely howre	F
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For so it befelle as Syr Cauline	F
Was with that ladye faire	F
The kinge her father walked forthe	N
To take the evenyng aire	F
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And into the arboure as he went	A
To rest his wearye feet	A
He found his daughter and Syr Cauline	F
There sette in daliaunce sweet	A
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The kinge hee sterted forthe i wys	H
And an angrye man was hee	F
'Nowe traytoure thou shalt hange or drawe	A
And rewe shall thy ladie '	-
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Then forthe Syr Cauline he was ledde	A
And throwne in dungeon deepe	O
And the ladye into a towre so hye	H
There left to wayle and weepe	O
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The queene she was Syr Caulines friend	A
And to the kinge sayd shee	P
'I praye you save Syr Caulines life	I
And let him banisht bee '	-
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'Now dame that traitor shall be sent	A
Across the salt ssea fome	F
But here I will make thee a band	A
If ever he come within this land	A
A foule deathe is his doome '	-
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All woe begone was that gentil knight	A
To parte from his ladye	H
And many a time he sighed sore	F
And cast a wistfulle eye	H
'Faire Christabelle from thee to parte	A
Farre lever had I dye '	-
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Faire Christabelle that ladye bright	A
Was had forthe of the towre	F
But ever shee droopeth in her minde	A
As nipt an ungentle winde	A
Doth some faire lillye flowre	F
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And ever shee doth lament and we	A