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5 And then by force with all his strength,

He threw her on the ground.

With that she shriek'd, her children cry'd,

And such a noise did make,

The townsmen hearing their lament,

Did seek their part to take;

But all in vain, no way was found

To aid the Lady's need,

Who cry'd to them most piteously,

Oh help! oh help with speed.

Some did run to the forest wide,

Her Lord home for to call;

And they that stood, did sore lament,

The gallant lady's fall.

With speed the Lord came posting home,

But could not enter in;

His Lady's cries did pierce his heart,

To call he did begin.

Hold thy rude hand, thou savage Moor,

To hurt her do forbear.

Or else as sure as that I live,

Wild horses shall thee tear.

With that the rogue ran to the wall,

He having had his will,

And brought one child under his arm,

His dearest blood to spill.

The child seeing his father their,

To him for help did call,

O Father, help my mother dear,

We shall be killed all.