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Portrait of Francis James Child Francis James Child,  The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…

“ I'le run my spear through his body.'
'I'le run no race now,' said Tommy Pots,
'Except now this may be;
If either of us be slain this day,
The other shall forgiven be.'
'I'le make that vow with all my heart,
My men shall bear witness with me;
And if thou slay me here this day,
In Scotland worse belovd thou never shalt be.'
They turnd their horses thrice about,
To run the race so eagerly;
Lord Phenix he was fierce and stout,
And ran Tom Pots through the thick o th' thigh.
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Portrait of Francis James Child Francis James Child,  The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…

“ And whether she come to, take her, for me.'
'If thou wilt thus deal,' said Fenix then,
'Thou'll save my credit and honor high;
And whether I win her, or go without her,
I'le be willing to give ten pounds to thee.'
There was a lane of two miles long;
The lady was set in the middle that tide;
She laught and made merry her maids among,
And said, Tomey o'th Pots, now I'le be thy bride.
Now all you ladies of high degree,
And maides that married yet would be,
Marry no man for goods or lands,
Unlesse you love him faithfully.
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Portrait of Francis James Child Francis James Child,  The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…

“ That would hinder a poor man of his love.'
'Seeing you say so much,' said Tommy Pots,
'I will not seem your butcher to be;
But I will come and stanch your blood,
If any thing you will give me.'
As he did stanch Lord Phenix blood,
Lord, in his heart he did rejoyce!
'I'le not take the lady from you thus,
But of her you'st have another choice.
'Here is a lane of two miles long;
At either end we set will be;
The lady shall stand us among,
Her own choice shall set her free.'
'If thou'l do so,' Lord Phenix said,
'To lose her by her own choice it's honesty
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