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And drank, and yaf his felawe drinke also,
For which anon they storven bothe two.
But, certes, I suppose that Avicen
Wroot never in no canon, ne in no fen,
Mo wonder signes of empoisoning

Than hadde thise wrecches two, er hir ending.

Thus ended been thise homicydes two,

And eek the false empoysoner also.

Chaucers Wordes unto Adam, His Owne Scriveyn

Adam scriveyn, if ever it thee bifalle

Boece or Troilus to wryten newe,

Under thy lokkes thou most have the scalle,
But after my making thou wryte trewe.
So ofte a daye I mot thy werk renewe,

Hit to correcte and eek to rubbe and scrape;
And al is thorow thy negligence and rape.

and drank, and gave it to his companion to drink, as a result of which both died.

But certainly I suppose that Avicenna never wrote in any book or in any chapter more notable symptoms of poisoning than these wretches had before their ending. Thus died these two murderers, and also the false poisoner.

Adam my scribe, if it befall thee to copy again Boethius or Troilus, under thy locks thou oughtest to have the scab, unless thou copy accurately according to my composition. So often I have to go over thy work, to correct and rub and scratch it; and all is through thy negligence and haste.

ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH POPULAR BALLADS
Sir Patrick Spens

The king sits in Dumferling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
"O whar will I get guid sailor,

To sail this schip of mine?"

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O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
Wi thair gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
For they'll se thame na mair.

Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,
It's fiftie fadom deip,

And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,
Wi the Scots lords at his feit.

Bonnie George Campbell

Hie upon Hielands

And low upon Tay
Bonnie George Campbell

Rade out on a day.
Saddled and bridled

And gallant rade he;
Hame came his gude horse,
But never cam he!

Out cam his auld mither
Greeting fu' sair,

And out cam his bonnie bride

Rivin' her hair.

Saddled and bridled

And booted rade he;
Toom hame cam the saddle,
But never cam he!

"My meadow lies green,
And my corn is unshorn;
My barn is to big,

And my babie's unborn."
Saddled and bridled

And booted rade he;
Toom hame cam the saddle,
But never cam he!

Lord Randal

"O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?

O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?"
"I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed
For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down."

"Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I din'd wi my true-love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down."

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"What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down."

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"What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?"
"O they swelld and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down."

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"O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son !
OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man !”
"O yes! I am poisond; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart and I fain wald lie down."

Kemp Owyne

Her mother died when she was young,

Which gave her cause to make great moan;
Her father married the warst woman

That ever lived in Christendom.

She served her with foot and hand,

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In every thing that she could dee,

Till once, in an unlucky time,

She threw her in ower Craigy's sea.