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68 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
10. He took her by the lily-white hand
And led her through the hall, Where four-and-twenty fine ladies sat, The fairest one of them all.
11. "Lord Thomas, Lord Thomas, is this your bride?
I think she's a very dark brown, When once you might have had as fair a lady As ever the sun shone on."
12. The brown girl she had a knife in her hand
Both long and keen and sharp, And with its long sharp blade she pierced Fair Eleanor to the heart. |
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13. "Lord Thomas, Lord Thomas, it's are you blind,
Or can't you very well see?16
...................my own life's blood
Come trickling down by me/'17
14. Lord Thomas he had a knife in his hand
Both long and keen and sharp; He cut off the brown girl's head And threw it against the wall.
15. He placed the handle against the wall
And the blade against his breast: "Here goes three true lovers;
God send our souls to rest!"
16. "Go dig my grave, and dig it quick;
Dig it wide and deep. Bury Fair Eleanor in my arms
And the brown girl at my feet." |
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This line had been altered to Or can't you see very well? For Come trickling down my knee. |
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