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SIX LORDS WENT A-HUNTING I Six Lords went a-hunting Down by the seaside, And they spied a dead body Washed away by the tide. 2 They took him to Portsmouth The place he was known, And straightaway to London To the place he was born. 3 They opened his bowels And stretched out his feet, And garnished him all over With lilies so sweet. 4 'Twas the noble duke of Bedford The sea had upthrown, 'Twas the noble duke of Bedford The sea had upthrown. 5 But some folk disputed The huntsmen's bare word, Until a grand lady Cried 'tis my dear Lord!' 6 She kneeled down beside him And kissed his cold cheek And sadly did murmur 'My poor heart will break.' 7 For him I did worship Who no more will speak, To kindred and vassals Who gazed on the form. 8 Of the noble duke of Bedford In his coffin of stone, Of the noble duke of Bedford In his coffin of stone. 9 The courts of his father No longer will ring With the clink of his gold spurs And the twang of bow string. I0 In chase and the tournament A valiant knight Who kept his escutcheon With honour most bright. II Within Woburn Abbey His body was laid, Amongst his ancestors Whose deeds are not dead. I2 And a weird rush of waters Is heard in the day, A noble duke of Bedford Is passing away. (appendix to Child #I70)-sung by William Atkinson, Marylebone Workhouse, I908 @death filename[ SIXDUKE2 RG Feb07 |
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