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Awake, awake, thou baron bold!
Awake, my noble dame!
Your daughter is fled wi’ the Child of Elle,
To do the deed of shame.
The baron he woke—the baron he rose
And called his merry men all:
And come thou forth Sir John the knight,
Thy lady is carried to thrall
Fair Emmeline scant had riddan a mile——
A mile forth of the town,
When she was aware of her father's men
Come galloping o’er the down:
And foremost came the carlish knight
Sir John of the north country,
Now stop, now stop thou false traitour,
Nor carry that lady away.
For she is come of hye lynage
And was of a ladye borne;
For it ill beseems thee, a false churle's son
To carry her hence to scorn.
Now loud thou lyest, Sir John the knight,
Now thou dost lye of me;
A knight me got——and a lady me bore,
Soe never did none by thee.
But light now down my lady fair,
