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LORD THOMAS AND FAIR AJfNET. 127
And he has till his sister gane:
" Now sister, rede ye mee ; 0 sail I marrie the nut-browne bride, as
And set fair Annet free ? "
" Ise rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas, And let the browne bride alane ;
Lest ye sould sigh, and say, Alace,
What is this we brought hame ! " «>
" No, I will tak my mithers counsel,
And marrie me owt o' hand ; And I will tak the nut-browne bride ;
Fair Annet may leive the land."
Up then rose fair Annets father, 45
Twa hours or it wer day, And he is gane into the bower
Wherein fair Aonet lay.
" Rise up, rise up, fair Annet," he says, " Put on your silken sheene ; so
Let us gae to St. Maries kirke, And see that rich weddeen."
" My maides, gae to my dressing-roome,
And dress to me my hair; Whair-eir yee laid a plait before, sj
See yee lay ten times mair. |
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