| On the third of May to Carlisle did come
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| A courteous child with much wisdom
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| A kirtle and mantle the boy had on
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| With rings and broaches full richly adorned
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| Out of his pouch he pulled two nut shells
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| A pretty mantle therein did dwell
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| King Arthur, let thy wife wear this
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| And it will prove whether she be chaste
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| Forth came dame Guinevere the mantle to try
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| For she was gay and fond of novelty
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| She slipped it on but she was afeared
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| That it might show more than she cared
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| First it was gold, then it turned green
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| Then it was blue and it ill her became
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| Then it turned black of the very worst hue
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| Said King Arthur, I think that thou’s not true
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| She threw down the mantle in a fit of pique
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| And ran to her chamber with flushed cheeks
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| She cursed the weaver that the cloth had wrought
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| And vengeance on him that had it bought
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| Then many a wife did the mantle wear
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| But on their backs it did crinkle and tear
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| Kay’s wife, she wore it with certainty
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| But it showed her buttocks bare for all to see!
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| She threw down the mantle in a fit of pique
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| And ran to her chamber with flushed cheeks
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| She cursed the weaver that the cloth had wrought
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| And vengeance on him that had it bought
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| Craddock called his lady, bade her come in
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| You with no trouble this mantle could win
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| She bore the mantle, upon her back
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| But at her great toe it did crinkle and crack
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| Oh, Bow down Mantle and shame not me
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| I sinned but once, I tell you certainly
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| I kissed my husband under a tree
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| I kissed my husband, before he married me
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| When she had shriven, and her sins told
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| The Mantle clothed her in glittering gold
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| Then every knight in the court did behold
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| The chastest lady in all the world
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| The boy then stood, looking over the door
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| And there he espied a ferocious boar
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| He drew his wooden knife and fast he ran
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| He cut off the boar’s head and quit him like a man
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| He brought in the boar’s head, and held it brave
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| Saying no seducer’s knife could it carve
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| Some sharpened their knives quickly on a whetstone
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| Some threw them away and said they had none
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| The King and the boy stood looking upon
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| For all of their knives had turned blunt again
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| Craddock had a knife made of iron and steel
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| He cut up the boar’s head wondrous well
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| The boy had a horn of the good red gold
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| And to the court spoke he loud and bold
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| No seducer can drink from this horn
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| But he will spill it behind or before
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| Some spilt on their shoulder and some on their knee
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| For they were seducers for all to see
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| One missed his mouth and one poured in his eye
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| For no seducer could drink it right
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| Craddock won the horn and the boar’s head too
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| Which showed him faithful and chaste and true
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| His lady the Mantle, which made her heart glad
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| To all such ladies, God send good speed
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| Beware of mantle and knife and horn
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| The truth out will so be forewarned
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| That you may live to rue the day
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| If the boy and the mantle come your way
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| Beware of mantle and knife and horn
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| The truth out will so be forewarned
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| That you may live to rue the day
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| If the boy and the mantle come your way |