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The death of tankerfield.
Unto a doleful prison-cell,
Where he remained a space.
Where he remained a space.
But when before the court he came,
To answer for his faith,
Of Christ the Lord he was not shamed,
But owned him unto death.
To answer for his faith,
Of Christ the Lord he was not shamed,
But owned him unto death.
So, when the summer-tide was come,
And all the fields were green,
And flowers upon the dewy meads
Were joyful to be seen,
And all the fields were green,
And flowers upon the dewy meads
Were joyful to be seen,
They brought him®from his dungeon-cell
Unto a certain Inn,
And bade him to remember well
The wages of his sin.
Unto a certain Inn,
And bade him to remember well
The wages of his sin.
For that he never more should see
The rising of the sun.
"Then," with a cheerful voice, quoth he,
"Good Lord, thy will be done!
The rising of the sun.
"Then," with a cheerful voice, quoth he,
"Good Lord, thy will be done!
"Now, bring me here a cup of wine,
Withal a wheaten cake,
To keep the Supper of the Lord,
Ere I my end do make.
Withal a wheaten cake,
To keep the Supper of the Lord,
Ere I my end do make.
