Identifier: gri_33125012902363 (find matches)
Title: The book of British ballads
Year: 1842 (1840s)
Authors: Hall, S. C. (Samuel Carter), 1800-1889
Subjects: Ballads, English
Publisher: London : J. How
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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;And bloody streams ran from the king, Ere to the duke returned he.* Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake, Sir knight thou hast been faithfull tryde,Now take my sword Excalibar, That hangs so freely by my syde : O take my sword Excalibar, And there into the river throw ; For here, henceforth, benethe this tree,All use of weapons I forego. * Percy has printed also a ballad, entitled The Legendof King Arthur, from his ancient folio manuscript, inwhich the king relates his own history, describes the battlein which he fell, and mourns over his fate. Reference isthus made to the contest with Sir Mordred:— And still I him pursued with speed Till at the last wee mett:Whereby an appointed day of fight Was there agreed and sett. Where we did fight, of mortal life Eche other to deprive,Till of a hundred thousand men Scarce one was left alive. There all the noble chivalrye Of Brittaine tooke their end.O see how fickle is their state That doe on feates depend ! Frankiirt, del. T. Armstrong, sc 131 ^
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5T And fare thee well, thou trusty sword,A better neer had valiant knight, With thee full oft, and many a day,Have I withstood my foe in fight. With this good fauchion in my hand,Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde ; But now the fatalle hour is come, That never more I may thee weelde. The duke to the river side he went, And there his own sword in threw he ; But he kept back Excalibar,He kept it back in privitie. For all of coleyne was the blade, And all the hilt of precious stone : And ever alack! then sayd the knight, Must such a sword away be thrown ? . Then back he came unto the king, Who sayd, Sir Lukyn, what did ye see V Nothing, my liege, save that the windBlew oer the waters fair and free. O go again, then said the king, O good Sir Lukyn, go again ; Into the river throw my sword, Nor keep me lingering here in pain. The duke then to the river went, And the kings scabberd in threw he ; But he kept back Excalibar,And hid it underneth a tree. Then back he came to tell the king, Who

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