14 But she's pitten her han in her pocket, 16 'O I've been porter at your gates 17 For on every finger she has a ring, As woud buy an earldome o lan to me.' 30 Tydings, tydings, Kyng Estmere!' What tydings nowe, my boye?' 120 'O tydinges I can tell to you, That will you sore annoye. 31 'You had not ridden scant a mile, A mile out of the towne, But in did come the kyng of Spayne, With kempës many a one. 32 But in did come the kyng of Spayne, With manye a bold barone, Tone daye to marrye King Adlands daughter, Tother daye to carry her home. 130 33 My ladye fayre she greetes you well, And ever-more well by mee; You must either turne againe and fighte, 34 Saies, 'Reade me, reade me, deere brother, My reade shall ryse at thee,1 35 Now hearken to me,' sayes Adler Yonge, |