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' Seest thou not yon castle, Ellen,
That shines so fair to see ? There's a lady in it, Ellen, Will sunder you and me.'—
' I do see the castle, Childe Waters;
Of red gold shines the gate. God give you good then of yourself, And of your worldly mate !
'I wish no ill to your lady;
She ne'er wish'd none to me ; But I wish the maid most of your love
Dries this and more for thee.
xxv 'I wish no ill to your lady ;
She ne'er comes in my thought; But I wish the maid most of your love
That dearest has you bought.'—
' But my hounds shall eat of the bread of wheat,
And you of the bread of bran ; And you shall curse the heavy hour
That ever your love began.
xxvn ' But my horse shall drink of the good red wine,
And you of the water wan ; And you will sigh and say " Alas,
That ever I loved a man ! " '—