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 The crystal tears ran down her cheeks,

Her children cry'd amain,

And sought to help their mother dear,

But, alas! 'twas in vain.

For the egregious filthy rogue,

Her hands behind her bound,

And then by foree with all his strength,

He threw her to 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,

He could not enter in;

His Lady's eries 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.