31
He tooke with him a litle page,
He gaue to him good yeomans wage.
32
And as he rode by one hawthorne,
Even there did hang his hunting horne.
33
He sett his bugle to his mouth,
And blew his bugle still full south.
34
He blew his bugle lowde and shrill;
The lady heard, and came him till.
35
Sayes, 'the gyant lyes vnder yond low,
And well he heares your bugle blow.
36
'And bidds me of good cheere be,
This night heele supp with you and me.'
37
Hee sett that lady vppon a steede,
And a litle boy before her yeede.
38
And said, 'lady, if you see that I must dye,
As euer you loued me, from me flye.
39
'But, lady, if you see that I must liue,'
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