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56 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
"I'll tell you in plain, you're much affronted; Oh, now will you explain to me."
All on that night while she lay sleeping, He came and stood at her bed-feet, All covered o'er in tears a-weeping, All wallowed o'er in gores of blood.
He says, "My love it's but a folly; For this is me that you may see— Your brothers both being rash and cruel— In such a valley you may find."
All on next morning when she arose, She dressed herself in silk so fine; She traveled o'er high hills and mountains Her own true-lover for to find.
She traveled o'er high hills and mountains And through strange places where it were unknown, Till at length she came to some lonesome valley Till at length she came to a patch of briars, And there she found him killed and thrown.
His pretty cheeks with blood were dyed; His lips were bloody as any butcher. His lips (cheeks) were salty as any brine; She kissed them over and over a-crying, "You dearest bosom friend of mine!"
Three days and night she tarried with him,
Till she thought her heart would break with woe, |
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