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FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON
k If here 's been the knight, mother,
Asking good will of me, Within three quarters of a year
You may come bury me.'
But when she came to Wallington,
And into Wallington hall, There she spy'd her [lord's] mother,
Walking about the wall.
' You're welcome, welcome, daughter dear. To thy castle and thy bowers.'—
' I thank you kindly, mother, I hope they'll soon be yours.'
She had not been in Wallington
Three quarters and a day. Till upon the ground she could not walk,
She was a weary prey.
She had not been in Wallin^ton
Three quarters and a night, Till on the ground she could not walk,
She was a weary wight.
' Is there ne'er a boy into this town, Who'll win him hose and shoon,
That will run to fair Paddington, And bid my mother come ?'