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THE CRUEL BROTHER,
' Ride up, ride up,' said the second man; ' I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
Up then comes the gay bridegroom. And straight unto the bride he came.
' Does your side-saddle sit awry ? Or does your steed [go heavily] ?'—
' O lead me gently over yon stile, For there would I sit and bleed awhile.
'O lead me gently up yon hill,
For there would I sit and make my will.7—
' O what will you leave to your father dear ?.'—
' The milk-white steed that brought me here.'—
' What will you leave to your mother dear ?'— ' My wedding shift that I do wear.'—
' What will you leave to your sister Anne ?'— ' My silken snood and my golden fan.'—
' What will you leave to your brother John ?,-—
With a hay ho ! and a lily gay ! ' The gallows-tree to hang him on.' And the primrose spreads so sweetly.
Sing Annet, and Marret, and fair Maisrie^ And the deiv hangs C the wood, gay ladie I 1225 L 289