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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.
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."
This line had been altered to Or can't you see very well? For Come trickling down my knee.