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The chryſtal tears ran from her checks,
her children cry'd amain,
And fought to help their mother dear
but alas! 'twas all in vain.
For the egregious filthy rogue
her hands behind her bound,
And then by foree with all his ſtrength
he threw her on 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 cried 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 ſtood did ſore lament
the gallant lady's fall.
With ſpeed the lord came poſting hone,
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 I live
wild horſes ſhall thee tear.
