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With that the noble Lord did take,
a knife into his hand,
And there his noſe did quite cut off
in place where he did ſtand.
Now I have bought my Lady's life,
then to the Moor did call:
Then take her quoth the wicked rogue,
and down he let her fall.
Which when his Lord'hip he did ſee,
his fenſes all did fail;
Yet many fought to ſave his life,
but they could not avail.
When as the Moor did ſee him dead,
then he did laugh amain
At them, who for this gallant Lord
and Lady did complain.
Quoth he, I know you'll torture me,
if that you could me get,
But all your threats I do not fear,
nor do regard one whit:
Wild horſes would my body tear,
I know it to be true;
But I'll prevent you of that pain,
then down himſelf he threw
Too good a death for ſuch a wretch,
a villain void of fear:
And thus doth end as fad a tale,
as ever you did hear.
Glaſgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket 18(illegible text)
