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Lord Thomas and Fair Ellinor
2 It's, O my son, I'd advise you at your own blessing To bring the brown girl home ;
For she has got both house and land And fair Ellender she has none.
3 He dressed himself in the finest he had, His image it was broad ;
And every town that he rode round They took him to be some lord.
4 He rode up to fair Ellender's gate And jangled at the ringó
No one so ready as fair Ellen herself To rise and let him come in.
5 Lord Thomas, Lord Thomas, she replied, What news have you brought for me ? I've come to ask you to my wedding, And that's bad news for to hear.
6 O mother, O mother, go roll a song, Go roll a song as one,
Which had you rather, I'd go to Lord Thomas' wedding, Or stay and tarry at home ?
7 It's, O my daughter, I'd advise you at your own blessing To stay and tarry at home.
8 I know I've got a-many- a friend, Likewise many a foe,
But if my death coffin was at my door, To Lord Thomas' wedding I'd go.
9 She dressed herself in the finest she had, Her image it was green ;
And every town that she rode round They took her to be some queen.
10 She rode up to Lord Thomas's gate And knocked so clear it rung. No one so ready as Lord Thomas hisself For to rise and let her come in.
11 He took her by her lily-white hand And led her in the hall, And seated her down by his bright side Amongst the ladies all.