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And what would he say if his daughter
Away with a knight should fly?
Ah well I wot he ne'er cou’d rest
Nor his meat do him good,
Till he had slain thee Child of Elle,
And seen thy dear heart’s blood.
O lady wert thou in thy saddle set,
And once without this wall——
I would not care for thy cruel father
Nor the worst that might befal
Fair Emmeline sighed——fair Emmeline wept:
And aye her heart was woe:
At length he seized her lilly-white band
And down the ladder her drew.
And thrice he clasp'd her to his breast,
And kissed her tenderly:
The tears that fell from her fair eyne
Ran like the fountains down
He mounted himself on his steed sae tall,
And her on a fair palfray,
And slung his bugle about his neck,
And roundly they rode away.
All this beheard her own damsel,
In her bed whereas she lay;
Quoth she, my Lord shall know of this,
So I shall hae gold and fee.
