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THE NUT-BROWN MAID
She. Though it be sung of old and young
That I should be to blame, Theirs be the charge that speak so large
In hurting of my name : For I will prove that faithful love
It is devoid of shame ; In your distress and heaviness
To part with you the same: And sure all tho that do not so
True lovers are they none: For, in my mind, of all mankind
I love but you alone.
He. I counsel you, Remember how
It is no maiden's law Nothing to doubt, but to run out
To wood with an outlaw. For ye must there in your hand bear
A bow ready to draw; And as a thief thus must you live
Ever in dread and awe ; Whereby to you great harm might grow:
Yet had I liever than That I had to the green-wood go,
Alone, a banished man.
She. I think not nay but as ye say ; It is no maiden's lore; But love may make me for your sake, As I have said before,
part with] share with.