Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the FirstPercy Society, 1841 |
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... Yf thow be gentylmon , 30mon , or knave , The nedis nurture for to have . Whenne thou comes to a lordis zate , The porter thou shalle fynde therate ; Take hym thow shalt thy wepyn tho , And aske hym leve in to go , To speke with lorde ...
... Yf thow be gentylmon , 30mon , or knave , The nedis nurture for to have . Whenne thou comes to a lordis zate , The porter thou shalle fynde therate ; Take hym thow shalt thy wepyn tho , And aske hym leve in to go , To speke with lorde ...
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Percy Society. When thow come tho halle dor to , Do of thy hode , thy gloves also ; Yf tho halle be at the furst mete , This lessoun loke thou nozt forzete , The stuard , countroller , and tresurere , Sittand at de deshe , thou haylse in ...
Percy Society. When thow come tho halle dor to , Do of thy hode , thy gloves also ; Yf tho halle be at the furst mete , This lessoun loke thou nozt forzete , The stuard , countroller , and tresurere , Sittand at de deshe , thou haylse in ...
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... thou shalle ete ; An apys mow men sayne he makes , That brede and fleshe in hys cheke bakes . Yf any manne speke that tyme to the , And thou schalle onsware , hit wille not be , But waloande and abyde thou most , That is a schame for ...
... thou shalle ete ; An apys mow men sayne he makes , That brede and fleshe in hys cheke bakes . Yf any manne speke that tyme to the , And thou schalle onsware , hit wille not be , But waloande and abyde thou most , That is a schame for ...
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... yf thou wete thy brede , Loke therof that nozt be lede , To cast agayne thy dysche into , Thou art unhynde yf thou do so . Drye thy mouthe ay wele and fynde , When thou shalle drynke other ale or wyne . Ne calle thou nozt a dysche ...
... yf thou wete thy brede , Loke therof that nozt be lede , To cast agayne thy dysche into , Thou art unhynde yf thou do so . Drye thy mouthe ay wele and fynde , When thou shalle drynke other ale or wyne . Ne calle thou nozt a dysche ...
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... thou stroke cat other dogge , Thou art lyke an ape teyzed with a clogge . Also eschewe , withouten stryfe , To foule ... Yf thou sitt by a ryzht good manne , This lessoun loke thou thenke apone . Undur his thezgh thy kne not pit , Thou ...
... thou stroke cat other dogge , Thou art lyke an ape teyzed with a clogge . Also eschewe , withouten stryfe , To foule ... Yf thou sitt by a ryzht good manne , This lessoun loke thou thenke apone . Undur his thezgh thy kne not pit , Thou ...
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Seite 179 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Seite 84 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Seite 132 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Seite 27 - The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary ; And I pray you, my masters, be merry Quot estis in convivio. Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes domino.
Seite 63 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Seite 5 - Then came the Holy One, blessed be He ! And killed the Angel of Death, That killed the butcher, That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid That my father bought For two pieces of money: A kid, a kid.
Seite 95 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Seite 46 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Seite 64 - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
Seite 9 - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?