Francis James Child,
The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…
“ I dreamed in my sweauen on Thursday at eueninge, In my bed wheras I lay, 'I dreamed a grype and a grimlie beast Had carryed my crowne away, My gorgett and my kirtle of golde, And all my faire heade-geere. How he wold haue worryed me with his tush, And borne me into his nest, Saving there came a little hawk, Flying out of the east. 'Saving there came a little hawke, Which men call a merlion; Vntill the ground he stroke him downe, that dead he did fall downe. 'Giffe I were a man, as I am none, A battell I would proue; I wold fight with that false traitor ”
