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Happy Love 177
Now mark, this young damsel a-trembling doth stand; She is to be slain by her own true love's hand.
8 "I'm a merchant's fair daughter from Dublin," said
she, "Now see what I've come to by following thee. So be quick in your office and let your work be done." While she was thus speaking they all heard a gun.
9 "O stop, you young butcher, I pray stay awhile; Perhaps we are near some township or isle." Along they did sail with a sweet evening's tide, And soon they arrived at a harbor's fair side.
10 Now these two arc married and well do agree; A handsomer couple you seldom ever see. The king then was chosen to give five hundred a year For venturing her sweet life for the sake of her dear. |
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