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A NEW FOREST BALLAD.
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xii.They wrestled up, they wrestled down, They wrestled sore and still,The fiend who blinds the eyes of men That night he had his will.
xiii.Like stags full spent, among the bent They dropped a while to rest;When the young man drove his saying knife Deep in the old man's breast.
xiv.The old man drove his gunstock down Upon the young man's head;And side by side, by the water brown, Those yeomen twain lay dead.
xv.They dug three graves in Lyndhurst yard; They dug them side by side;Two yeomen lie there, and a maiden fair A widow and never a bride.
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