1
Sir Egrabell had sonnes three,
Blow thy horne, good hunter
Sir Lyonell was one of these.
As I am a gentle hunter
2
Sir Lyonell wold on hunting ryde,
Vntill the forrest him beside.
3
And as he rode thorrow the wood,
Where trees and harts and all were good,
4
And as he rode over the plaine,
There he saw a knight lay slaine.
5
And as he rode still on the plaine,
He saw a lady sitt in a graine.
6
'Say thou, lady, and tell thou me,
What blood shedd heere has bee.'
7
'Of this blood shedd we may all rew,
Both wife and childe and man alsoe.
8
'For it is not past 3 days right
Since Sir Broninge was mad a knight.
9
'Nor it is not more than 3 dayes agoe
Since the wild bore did him sloe.'
10
'Say thou, lady, and tell thou mee,
How long thou wilt sitt in that tree.'