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Lord Arnwaters
LORD DERWENTWATER—F
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The king has written a broad letter,And seald it with his hand,
And sent it on to Lord Arnwaters,
To read and understand.
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Now he has sent it by no boy,No boy, nor yet a slave,
But one of England's fairest knights,
The one that he would have.
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When first he on the letter lookd,Then he began to smile;
But ere he read it to an end,
The tears did trickling fall.
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He calld upon his saddle-groomTo saddle his milk-white steed,
‘For I unto London must go,
For me there is much need.’
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Out then speaks his gay lady,In child-bed where she lay:
‘Make your will, make your will, my knight,
For fear ye rue the day.’
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‘I'll leave unto my eldest sonMy houses and my lands;
I'll leave unto my youngest son
Full forty thousand pounds.
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‘I'll leave unto my gay lady,And to my loving wife,
The second part of my estate,
To maintain a lady's life.’
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He kissd her on the pillow soft,In child-bed where she lay,
And bade farewell, neer to return,
Unto his lady gay.
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He put his foot in the stirup,His nose began to bleed;
The ring from's finger burst in two
When he mounted on his steed.
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He had not rode a mile or twoTill his horse stumbled down;
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‘I'll never reach London town.’
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But when into Westminster Hall,Amongst the nobles all,
‘A traitor, a traitor, Lord Arnwaters,
A traitor,’ they did him call.
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‘A traitor? a traitor how call ye me?And a traitor how can I be
For keeping seven thousand valiant men
To fight for brave Jamie?’
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Up then came a brave old man,With a broad ax in his hand:
‘Your life, your life, Lord Arnwaters,
Your life's at my command.’
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‘My life, my life, my brave old man,My life I'll give to thee,
And the coat of green that's on my back
You shall have for your fee.
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‘There's fifty pounds in one pocket,Pray deal't among the poor;
There's fifty and four in the other pocket,
Pray deal't from door to door.
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‘There's one thing more I have to say,This day before I die;
To beg the lords and nobles all
To be kind to my lady.’
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