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LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ELLENDOR
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THE BROWN BRIDE |
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"O mother, O mother, pray what shall I do? Come advise your own dear son; O must I marry fair Ellendor, say, Or bring the brown girl home?"
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Then she rose up, she pondered it well, This counsel she gave her son; Says: "My advice to you, young man, Go bring the brown girl home."
3 "The brown girl she has gold and silver, Fair Ellcndor she has none, My blessing on you, my own dear son, If you bring the brown girl home."
4 He rode till he came to fair Ellendor's gate, He tingled the bell with his cane, No one so ready as fair Ellendor To rise and bid him come in.
S "What news, what news, Lord Thomas?" she cried, "What news hast thou brought unto me?" "I've come to ask you to my wedding, Now what do you think of me?"
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"O mother, O mother, pray what shall I do, Can't you so see I am all undone, Shall I go to Lord Thomas's wedding, Or stay at home and mourn?"
7* "Dear daughter, you have no business there, And the brown girl she has some, My advice to you, my daughter dear, Is to stay at home and mourn." |
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She dressed herself in a lily-white robe, Her head she dressed in green, And every town that she rode through, They took her for some fair queen.
9* She rode till she came to Lord Thomas's gate, She pulled all up her rein, No one so ready as Lord Thomas himself, To rise and bid her come in.
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He took her by the lily-white hand, And led her through the hall, And seated her down in a rocking-chair, Among the ladies all.
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The brown girl drew a knife from her belt, The blade being keen and sharp, Between the long rib and the short, Stabbed fair Ellendor to the heart.
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Lord Thomas he drew his sword from his side, As he came in from the hall, He cut off the head of his wilful bride And threw it against the wall.
13 Then placing the handle against the wall, And the blade against his heart, Says: "Did you ever see three lovers meet, That had so soon to part?"
14 "O mother, O mother, go dig my grave, Go dig it long and deep, And bury fair Ellendor in my arms, The brown girl at my feet. |
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