EBBA 31135
British Library - Roxburghe
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THE
False Knight Outwitted
A new SONG.
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GO fetch me some of your fathers gold,
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And some of your mothers fee,
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And Ill carry you into the North land,
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And there Ill marry thee
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She fetchd him some of her fathers gold,
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And some of her mothers fee,
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She carried him into the stable,
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Where horses stood thirty and three.
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She leapd on a milk-white steed,
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And he on a dapple grey;
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They rode til they came to a fair rivers Side,
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Three hours before it was day.
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O light, O light you lady gay,
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O light with speed I say;
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For six Knights daughters have I drowned here,
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And you the seventh must be.
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Go fetch the sickle to crop the nettle
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That grows so near the brim;
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For fear it should tangle my golden locks,
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Or freckle my milk-white skin,
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He fetchd the sickle to crop the nettle
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That grew so near the brim;
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And with all the strength that pretty Polly had
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She pushed the False Knight in.
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Swim on, swim on, thou false Knight,
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And there bewail thy doom;
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For I dont think thy cloathing too good
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To lie in a wattry tomb.
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She leaped on her milk-white steed,
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She led the dapple grey;
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She rid till she came to her fathers house,
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Three hours before it was day.
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Who knocked so loudly at the ring?
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The Parrot he did say;
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O where have you been my pretty Polly,
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All this long summers day?
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O hold your tongue parrot
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Tell you no tales of me;
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Your cage shall be made of beaten gold,
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Which is now made of a tree.
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O then bespoke her father dear,
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As he on his bed did lay;
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O what is the matter my parrot?
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That you speak before it is day.
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That cats at my cage, master,
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And sorely frighted me;
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And I calld down my Polly
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To take the cat away.
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