Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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232                    THE CHILD OF ELLB.
" Pardon, my lorde and father deare, This faire yong knyght and mee :
Trust me, but for the carlish knyght,                  its
I never had fled from thee.
" Oft have you callde your Emmeline
Your darling and your joye ; 0 let not then your harsh resolves
Your Emmeline destroye."                               
The baron he stroakt his dark-brown cheeke,
And turnde his heade asyde, To wipe awaye the starting teare,
He proudly strave to hyde.
In deepe revolving thought he stoode,             iss
And musde a little space ; Then raisde faire Emmeline from the grounde,
With many a fond embrace.
" Here take her, Child of Elle," he sayd, And gave her lillye hand;                                  ibo
" Here take my deare and only child, And with her half my land.
" Thy father once mine honour wrongde,
In dayes of youthful pride; Do thou the injurye repayre                                   iw
In fondnesse for thy bride.

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