Then he’s cast off his hose and shoon, Set down his feet and ran, And where the bridges were broken down He bent his bow and swam. X ‘Awake! awake! thou Lord Barnard, As thou art a man of life! Little Musgrave is at Bucklesfordberry Along with thy own wedded wife.’-- XI ‘If this be true, thou little tiny page, This thing thou tellest to me, Then all the land in Bucklesfordberry I freely will give to thee. XII ‘But if it be a lie, thou little tiny page, This thing thou tellest to me, On the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry Then hangèd shall thou be.’ XIII He callèd up his merry men all: ‘Come saddle me my steed; This night must I to Bucklesfordberry, For I never had greater need.’ XIV But some they whistled, and some they sung, And some they thus could say, Whenever Lord Barnard’s horn it blew: _‘Away, Musgrave, away!..._ XV ‘Methinks I hear the threstle cock, Methinks I hear the jay; Methinks I hear Lord Barnard’s horn, _Away, Musgrave, away!_’-- XVI ‘Lie still, lie still, thou little Musgrave, And huggle me from the cold; ’Tis nothing but a shepherd’s boy A-driving his sheep to the fold.’ XVII By this, Lord Barnard came to his door And lighted a stone upon; And he’s pull’d out three silver keys, And open’d the doors each one. XVIII He lifted up the coverlet, He lifted up the sheet: ‘Dost thou like my bed, Little Musgrave? Dost thou find my lady sweet?’-- XIX ‘I find her sweet,’ quoth Little Musgrave, ‘The more ’tis to my pain; I would gladly give three hundred pounds That I were on yonder plain.’-- XX ‘Arise, arise, thou Little Musgrave, And put thy clothès on; It shall ne’er be said in my country I have kill’d a naked man. XXI ‘I have two swords in one scabbard, They are both sharp and clear; Take you the best, and I the worst, We’ll end the matter here.’ XXII The first stroke Little Musgrave struck, He hurt Lord Barnard sore; The next stroke that Lord Barnard struck, Little Musgrave ne’er struck more. XXIII With that bespake this fair lady, In bed where as she lay: ‘Although thou’rt dead, thou Little Musgrave, Yet I for thee will pray. XXIV ‘And wish well to thy soul will I So long as I have life; So will I not for thee, Barnard, Although I’m thy wedded wife.’ XXV He cut her paps from off her breast; Great pity it was to see That some drops of this lady’s heart’s blood Ran trickling down her knee. XXVI ‘Woe worth you, woe worth, my merry men all, You were ne’er born for my good! Why did you not offer to stay my hand When you saw me wax so wood[355]? XXVII