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THE CHILD OF ELLE. 231
Her lover he put his home to his mouth, And blew both loud and shrill, u»
And soone he saw his owne merry men Come ryding over the hill.
" Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold baron,
I pray thee, hold thy hand, Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts, i«
Fast knit in true loves band.
" Thy daughter I have dearly lovde
Full long and many a day ; But with such love as holy kirke
Hath freelye sayd wee may. ia>
" O give consent shee may be mine,
And blesse a faithfull paire ; My lands and livings are not small,
My house and lynage faire.
" My mother she was an earles daughter, ias And a noble knyght my sire-------"
The baron he frownde, and turnde away With mickle dole and ire.
Fair Emmeline sighde, faire Emmeline wept, And did all tremblinge stand ; iro
At lengthe she sprange upon her knee, And held his lifted hand.