She cast an eye on little Musgrave, As bright as the summer sun, And then bethought this little Musgrave, 15 "This ladys heart have I woonn." Quoth she, "I have loved thee, little Musgrave, Full long and many a day:" "So have I loved you, fair lady, Yet never word durst I say." 20 "I have a bower at Buckelsfordbery, Full daintyly it is deight;[L22] If thou wilt wend thither, thou little Musgrave, Thou's lig in mine armes all night." Quoth he, "I thank yee, faire lady, 25 This kindnes thou showest to me; But whether it be to my weal or woe, This night I will lig[L28] with thee." All that heard[L29] a little tinny page, By his ladyes coach as he ran: 30 [Quoth he,] "allthough I am my ladyes foot-page, Yet I am lord Barnards man. "My lord Barnard shall knowe of this, Whether I sink or swimm:"[L34] And ever where the bridges were broake, 35 He laid him downe to swimme. "Asleepe, awake![L37] thou lord Barnard, As thou art a man of life; For little Musgrave is at Bucklesfordbery, Abed with thy own wedded wife." 40 "If this be true, thou little tinny page, This thing thou tellest to mee, Then all the land in Bucklesfordbery I freely will give to thee. "But if it be a ly, thou little tinny page, 45 This thing thou tellest to me, On the hyest tree in Bucklesfordbery There hanged shalt thou be." He called up his merry men all:-- "Come saddle me my steed; 50 This night must I to Buckellsfordbery, For I never had greater need." And some of them whistl'd, and some of them sung, And some these words did say, Ever[L55] when my lord Barnards horn blew, 55 "Away, Musgrave, away!" "Methinks I hear the thresel-cock, Methinks I hear the jaye; Methinks I hear my Lord Barnard,-- And I would I were away." 60 "Lye still, lye still, thou little Musgrave, And huggell me from the cold; Tis nothing but a shephards boy, A driving his sheep to the fold. "Is not thy hawke upon a perch? 65 Thy steed eats oats and hay, And thou [a] fair lady in thine armes,-- And wouldst thou bee away?" With that my lord Barnard came to the dore, And lit a stone upon; 70 He plucked out three silver keys, And he open'd the dores each one. He lifted up the coverlett, He lifted up the sheet; "How now, how now, thou little Musgrave, 75 Doest thou find my lady sweet?"