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King Arthur lives in merry Carleile	A
And seemely is to see	B
And there with him queene Guenever	C
That bride soe bright of blee	A
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And there with him queene Guenever	C
That bride so bright in bowre	C
And all his barons about him stoode	D
That were both stiffe and stowre	C
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The king a royale Christmasse kept	D
With mirth and princelye cheare	C
To him repaired many a knighte	D
That came both farre and neare	C
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And when they were to dinner sette	D
And cups went freely round	D
Before them came a faire dams lle	A
And knelt upon the ground	D
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A boone a boone O kinge Arth re	C
I beg a boone of thee	B
Avenge me of a carlish knighte	D
Who hath shent my love and me	B
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At Tearne Wadling his castle stands	E
Near to that lake so fair	C
And proudlye rise the battlements	F
And streamers deck the air	C
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Noe gentle knighte nor ladye gay	C
May pass that castle walle	A
But from that foule discurteous knighte	D
Mishappe will them befalle	A
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Hee's twyce the size of common men	G
Wi' thewes and sinewes stronge	H
And on his backe he bears a clubbe	I
That is both thicke and longe	H
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This grimme bar ne 'twas our harde happe	J
But yester morne to see	B
When to his bowre he bare my love	K
And sore misused mee	B
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And when I told him king Arth re	C
As lyttle shold him spare	C
Goe tell sayd hee that cuckold kinge	H
To meete mee if he dare	C
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Upp then sterted king Arth re	C
And sware by hille and dale	A
He ne'er wolde quitt that grimme bar ne	B
Till he had made him quail	A
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Goe fetch my sword Excalibar	C
Goe saddle mee my steede	D
Nowe by my faye that grimme bar ne	B
Shall rue this ruthfulle deede	D
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And when he came to Tearne Wadlinge	H
Benethe the castle walle	A
Come forth come forth thou proude bar ne	B
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Or yielde thyself my thralle	A
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On magicke grounde that castle stoode	D
And fenc'd with many a spelle	A
Noe valiant knighte could tread thereon	L
But straite his courage felle	A
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Forth then rush'd that carlish knight	D
King Arthur felte the charme	B
His sturdy sinewes lost their strengthe	B
Downe sunke his feeble arme	B
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Nowe yield thee yield thee kinge Arth re	C
Now yield thee unto mee	B
Or fighte with mee or lose thy lande	D
Noe better termes maye bee	B
	-
Unless thou sweare upon the rood	D
And promise on thy faye	C
Here to returne to Tearne Wadling	C
Upon the new yeare's daye	C
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And bringe me worde what thing it is	M
All women moste desyre	C
This is thy ransome Arthur he sayes	M
Ile have noe other hyre	C
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King Arthur then helde up his hande	D
And sware upon his faye	C
Then tooke his leave of the grimme barone	N
And faste hee rode awaye	C
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And he rode east and he rode west	D
And did of all inquyre	C
What thing it is all women crave	O
And what they most desyre	C
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Some told him riches pompe or state	D
Some rayment fine and brighte	D
Some told him mirthe some flatterye	C
And some a jollye knighte	D
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In letters all king Arthur wrote	D
And seal'd them with his ringe	H
But still his minde was helde in doubte	D
Each tolde a different thinge	H
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As ruthfulle he rode over a more	C
He saw a ladye sette	D
Betweene an oke and a greene holl ye	C
All clad in red scarlette	D
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Her nose was crookt and turnd outw rde	D
Her chin stoode all awrye	C
And where as sholde have been her mouthe	B
Lo there was set her eye	C
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Her haires like serpents clung aboute	D
Her cheekes of deadlye hewe	P
A worse form'd ladye than she was	M
No man mote ever viewe	P
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To hail the king in seemelye sorte	D
This ladye was fulle faine	N
But king Arth re all sore amaz'd	D
No aunswere made againe	N
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What wight art thou the ladye sayd	D
That wilt not speake to mee	C
Sir I may chance to ease thy paine	N
Though I be foule to see	C
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If thou wilt ease my paine he sayd	D
And helpe me in my neede	D
Ask what thou wilt thou grimme lady	D
And it shall bee thy meede	D
	-
O sweare mee this upon the roode	D
And promise on thy faye	C
And here the secrette I will telle	A
That shall thy ransome paye	C
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King Arthur promis'd on his faye	C
And sware upon the roode	D
The secrette then the ladye told	D
As lightlye well shee cou'de	D
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Now this shall be my paye sir king	H
And this my guerdon bee	D
That some yong fair and courtlye knight	D
Thou bringe to marrye mee	D
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Fast then pricked king Arth re	C
Ore hille and dale and downe	N
And soone he founde the barone's bowre	C
And soone the grimme baro ne	D
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He bare his clubbe upon his backe	C
Hee stoode bothe stiffe and stronge	H
And when he had the letters reade	D
Awaye the lettres flunge	H
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Nowe yielde thee Arthur and thy lands	M
All forfeit unto mee	D
For this is not thy paye sir king	H
Nor may thy ransome bee	D
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Yet hold thy hand thou proud bar ne	D
I praye thee hold thy hand	D
And give mee leave to speake once more	C
In reskewe of my land	D
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This morne as I came over a more	C
I saw a ladye sette	D
Betwene an oke and a greene holl ye	D
All clad in red scarl tte	D
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Shee sayes all women will have their wille	A
This is their chief desyre	C
Now yield as thou art a barone true	C
That I have payd mine hyre	C
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An earlye vengeaunce light on her	C
The carlish baron swore	C
Shee was my sister tolde thee this	M
And shee's a mishapen whore	C
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But here I will make mine avowe	P
To do her as ill a turne	D
For an ever I may that foule theefe gette	D
In a fyre I will her burne	D

Thomas Percy

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