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O give consent——she may be mine,
And bless a faithful pair:
My lands and livings are not small,
My house and lynage fair.
The baron he stroakt his dark brown cheek,
And turned his head asyde
To wipe away the starting tear,
He proudly strave to hide.
In deep revolving thought he stood
And mused a little space;
Then raised fair Emmeline from the ground,
Wi’ mony a fond embrace.
Here take her, child of Elle, he sayd,
And gave her lily hand
Here—take my dear and only child
And with her half my land:
Thy father once mine honour wronged,
In days of youthful pride;
Do thou the injury repair
In fondness for thy bride.
And as thou love, and hold her dear,
Heaven prosper thee and thine:
And now my blessing wend wi‘ thee,
My lovely Emmeline.
