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30 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
He placed her on the noblest chair Among the ladies all.
"Is this your bride?" fair Ellen said, "I think she is wonderful brown,
You might have had as fair a young lady As ever put foot on ground."
" Despise her not," Lord Thomas he said,
"Despise her not unto me; Better I love your little finger
Than the brown girl's whole body."
The brown girl she had a little pen-knife,
It was both keen and sharp; Betwixt the long ribs and the short
She pierced fair Ellen's heart.
"What ails, what ails?" Lord Thomas he said.
"I think you are wonderful pale; You used to have so fair a color,
As ever a rose could bloom."
"O are you blind," fair Ellen said, "Or can you not very well see?
0 don't you see my own heart's blood Go trickling down my knee? "
Lord Thomas he had a two-edged sword, He flourished it all around;