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The Duke of Bedford
By Anonymous
18th CenturyChild Ballad 170
Down by the sea side,
And they spied a dead body
Wash'd away by the tide.
They took him to Portsmouth,
The place he was known
And straight away to London
The place he was born.
They open'd his bowels
And stretch'd out his fee,
And garnish'd him all over
With lilies so sweet.
'Twas the Noble Duke of Bedford,
The sea had upthrown,
'Twas the Noble Duke of Bedford
The sea had upthrown.
But some folks disputed
The huntmen's bare word
Until a grand lady Cried;
'Tis my dear lord.
She kneel'd down beside him
And kiss'd his cold cheek
And sadly did murmur;
Whose poor heart will break.
For him I did worship,
Who no more will speak
To kindred and vassals
Who gaze on the form.
Of the noble Duke of Bedford
In his coffin of stone,
Of the noble Duke of Bedford
In his coffin of stone.
Within Woburn Abbey
His body was laid,
Amongst his ancestors,
Whose deeds are not dead.
And a weird rush of waters
Is heard to this day,
When a noble Duke of Bedford
Is passing away.
DayPoems Poem No. 2495
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