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And bids thee sometimes think on her
Wha loved the sae dear
And here she sends thee a ring of gold
The last boon thou mayst have
And bids thee wear it for her sake,
Whan she is laid in grave.
Nor ah her gentle heart is broke
And in grave soon must she be
Sath her father and chose her a new love
And forbid her to think of thee.
Her father hath brought her a carlish knight,
Sir John of the north country,
And within three days she must him wed.
he vows he will her slay.
Now hy e thee back thou little foot page
And greet thy lady frae me
And tell her that I her own true love
Wilt die or set her free.
Now hye thee back thou little foot page:
And let thy fair lady know,
This night will I be at her bower-window
Betide me weal or woe
The boy he tripped the boy he ran
He neither stint nor stayed
Until he came to fair Emeline's bower;
Whan kneeling down he said:
