And by his sandal shoone.
The Friar of Orders Gray.
O Lady, he is dead and gone!
Lady, he 's dead and gone!
And at his head a green grass turfe,
And at his heels a stone.[405:3]
The Friar of Orders Gray.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,