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The chriſtal tears ran from her cheeks,
her children cry'd amain,
And fought to help their mother dear,
but alas! 'twas in vain.
For the egregious filthy rogue,
her hands behind her bound,
And then by force with all his ſtrength,
he threw her to the ground.
With that ſhe ſhriek'd, her children cry'd,
and ſuch a noiſe did make,
The townsmen hearing their lament,
did ſeek their part to take;
But all in vain, no way was found,
to aid the Lady's need,
Who cry'd to them moſt piteouſly,
oh help! oh help with ſpeed.
Some did run to the foreſt wide,
her Lord home for to call;
And they that food, did fore lament
the gallant Lady's fall.
With ſpeed the Lord came poſting home,
but could not enter in;
His Lady's cries did pierce his heart,
to call he did begin.
Hold thy rude hand, thou ſavage Moor,
to hurt her do forbear;
Or elſe as ſure as that live,
wild horſes ſhall thee tear.
