THE
BLACKAMOOR IN THE WOOD:
In Rome a Nobleman did wed
a Virgin of great fame,
A fairer creaturer never did
dame Nature ever frame,
By whom he had two children fair,
whoſe beauty did excel,
And were their parents' only joy,
they lov'd them both ſo well.
This Lord he lov'd to hunt the buck,
the tyger and the boar,
And ſtill for ſwiftneſs always took,
with him a Blackamoor:
Which Blackamoor within the wood,
his Lord he did offend;
For which he did him then correct,
in hopes he would amend.
The day it drew unto an end,
then homeward they did haſte,
Where with his Lady he did reſt,
until the night had paſt.
Then in the morning he did riſe,
and on his ſervants call,
A-hunting to provide to go;
ſtraight they were ready all.
Cause of his toil, his lady did
intreat him not to go,
