He fell on his bended knee;
‘A boon, a boon! our gracious king,
That you sent so hastily.’
4
‘I’ll pawn my living and my lands,
My septer and my crown,
That whatever Queen Elenor says,
I will not write it down.
5
‘Do you put on one fryar’s coat,
He fell on his bended knee;
‘A boon, a boon! our gracious king,
That you sent so hastily.’
4
‘I’ll pawn my living and my lands,
My septer and my crown,
That whatever Queen Elenor says,
I will not write it down.
5
‘Do you put on one fryar’s coat,