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7531	nan	A Book of Old Ballads — Volume 1			.txt	text/plain	13861	1353	96	that the eyes of the old ballad-singers were turned outwards, while the The authors of the old ballads wrote when the world was young, and old ballad-mongers must have had-the sort of love which takes a man on In the ballad of King Estmere, for When she came to the kings faire courte, Now Christ thee save, good kyng Adland; Sayes, Christ thee save, thou proud portèr; Saies, Stable thy steed, thou proud harper, Thou speakst proud words, sayes the king of Spaine, Saies, Sell me thy harpe, thou proud harper, 'Tis well thou'rt come back to keep thy day; Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John. Thy rest at home shall bee Now tell me thy name, good fellowe, sayd he, Ah deere Lady, sayd Robin Hood, 'thou O I will none of thy gold, sayd Robin, Sir King, she hath within thy hall	./cache/7531.txt	./txt/7531.txt