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LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ELEANOR.
ORD Thomas he was a bold forester,
And a chaser of the kings deer ;
And Lord Thomas he lov'd her dear.
Come riddle my riddle, dear mother, he said,
And riddle us both as one ;
And let the brown girl alone ?
The brown girl she has got houses and lands,
Fair Eleanor she has got none, Therefor I charge thee, on my blessing,
To bring me the brown girl home.
And as it befell on a high holidày,
did more beside,
That should have been his bride.
But when he came to fair Eleanors bower,
He knocked there at the ring,
To let lord Thomas within.
What news, what news, lord Thomas ? she said,
What news hast thou brought unto me? I am come to bid thee to my wedding,
And that is bad news for thee.
O God forbid, lord Thomas, she said,
That such a thing should be done ;
And you to have been the bridegroom.
Come riddle my riddle, dear mother, she faid,
And riddle it all in one;
Or whether I shall tarry at home ?
There's many that are your friends, daughter,
that are your foe,
To lord Thomases wedding don't go.
There's many that are my friends, mother,
If a thousand more were my foe,
To lord Thomases wedding I'll go.
She clothed herself in gallant attire,
And her merry men all in green,
But when she came to lord Thomases gate,
She knocked there at the ring ;
To let fair Eleanor in.
Is this your bride ? fair Ellen she said,
Methinks she looks wonderous brown ;
As ever trod on the ground.
This brown bride had a little penknife,
That was both long and sharp,
She prick'd fair Eleanor to the heart.
Methinks thou look'st wonderous wain ;
As ever the sun shin'd on.
Or can'lt thou not very well see?
Runs trickling down my knee?
As he walk'd about the hall,
And he threw it against the wall.
And the point against his heart,
More sooner they did depart.
FAIR MAGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM.
S it fell out upon a day, A A
Two lovers they sat on a hill ; They sat together a long summers day,
And could not talk their fill.