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Lord Thomas and fair Annet.
LORD Thomas and fair Annet,
sat a day on a hill,
When night was come and sun was set
they had not talk’d their fill,
Lord Thomas spoke a word in jest,
fair Annet took it ill,
I will never wed a wife,
against my ain friends will.
If ye will never wed a wife,
a wife will ne’er wed ye,
So he is hame to tell his mother,
and kneel’d upon his knee.
Advice, me mother he says,
a good advice give me,
O shall I take the nut-brown maid,
and let fair Annet be.
The nut-brown bride has goud and gear
fair Annet she has nane,
And the little beauty fair Annet has,
O it will soon be gane,
And he has till his brother gane,
brother, advise ye me,
Shall I marry the nut-brown bride,
