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Lord Thomas and FairAnnet
9. "Many there will be my friend; And many will be my foe; But little do I care for my friend or my foe; To Lord Thomas' wedding I'll go."
10. She dressed herself in scarlet red, And her mantle was white and green, And every town she rode around She was ta'en to be a queen.
11. She rode up to Lord Thomas' hall; So loudly knocked, it did ring;
No one was so ready as Lord Thomas himself To rise and bid her come in.
12. He took her by her lily white hand; He led her across the hall;
She sat at the head of the table Among those ladies all.
13. "Is this your bride, Lord Thomas," she said, "Is this that wonderful Brown?
You once could have married the fairest lady That ever came through this town."
14. The Brown girl had a little pen knife; The blade was keen and sharp; Between the long ribs and the short, She pierced fair Ellen's heart.
15. He took the Brown girl by the hand; He led her across the hall;
He cut her head off with his sword And kicked it against the wall.
16. He turned his handle toward the wall, The blade toward his breast;
This is the end of these young loves; Lord, send our souls to rest!
17. "So dig my grave both wide and deep; Lay pretty fair Ellen in my arms, And lay the Brown girl
At my feet."