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 The crystal tears ran down her cheeks,

Her children cried amain,

And sought to help their mother dear,

But, alas! 'twas all in vain.

For the egregious filthy rogue,

Her hands behind her bound,

And then by force with all his strength,

He threw her on the ground.

With that she shrieked, 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 cried 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 core 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 be 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.