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6 O, light you off, fair Ellen, said he, And hold my steed by the rein, Till I play awhile with your father And seven brothers all.
7 Fair Ellen she still stood there And never changed a word
Till she saw her own dear seven brothers all A-wallowing in their own blood.
8 Fair Ellen she still stood there And never changed a note,
Till she saw her own dear father's head Come tumbling by her foot.
9 O hold your hand, sweet William, said she, Love runs free in every vein,
But father I have no more.
If you are not satisfied with this
I wish you were in your mother's chamberee
And I'se in some house or room.
10 If I was in my mother's chamberee, You'd be welcome there. I'll wind you East, I'll wind you West, I'll trip along with thee.
11 He rode up to his mother's gate And jangled at the ring :
O mother, dear mother, asleep or awake, Arise and let me in.
12 O sister, O sister, make my bed, For my wound is very sore.
O mother, O mother, bind up my head, For me you'll bind no more.
13 It was about three hours till day, And the chickens crowing for day,
When every wound sweet William received, The blood began to pour.
14 Sweet William he died like it was to-day, Fair Ellender tomorrow ;
Sweet William died from the wounds he received, Fair Ellender died cf sorrow. |
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