Trolle on away, trolle on awaye,
Synge heave and howe rombelowe trolle on away.
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A lamentable Song of the Death of King Leir and his Three Daughters
. To the tune of
When flying Fame.
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PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSE
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
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As ye came from the holy land
Of Walsinghame,
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?
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Beleeue me now I tell it for no tale,
There is a Queene, or else a Goddesse t'one,
That without helpe of man, or any male
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HROTHGAR spake, helmet-of-Scyldings: --
"Ask not of pleasure! Pain is renewed
to Danish folk. Dead is Aeschere,
of Yrmenlaf the elder brother,
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In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,
And leves be large and long,
Hit is full mery in feyre foreste
To here the foulys song,
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Adam lay ibounden,
Bounden in a bond.
Four thousand winter
Thoght he not too long.
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Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell,
Tydyng' gode y thyngke to telle
The borys hede that we bryng here,
Betokeneth a p'nce with owte pere,
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There was a knight was drunk with wine,
A riding along the way, sir;
And there he met with a lady fine,
Among the cocks of hay, sir.
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