BALLAD-(Continued)
315 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood,
Though the birds have stilled their singing;
The evening blaze doth Alice raise,
And Richard is fagots bringing.
Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf,
320 Before Lord Richard stands,
And, as he crossed and blessed himself,
"I fear not sign," quoth the grisly el
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