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A NEW FOREST BALLAD.
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iv.'My own true love in Burley Walk Does hunt to-night, I fear;And if he meet my father stern, His game may cost him dear.
v.'Ah, here's a curse on hare and grouse, A curse on hart and hind;And a health to the squire in all England, Leaves never a head behind.'
vi.Her true love shot a mighty hart Among the standing rye,When on him leapt that keeper old From the fern where he did lie.
vii.The forest laws were sharp and stern, The forest blood was keen;They lashed together for life and death Beneath the hollies green.
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