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She went on [to her daughters chamber] ;
And there were in the hall Four and twenty ladies,
Letting the tears down fall.
Her daughter had a scope into
Her cheek and eke her chin, All to keep in her dear life
Till her dear mother came.
' Come take the rings off my fingers,
The skin it is so white, And give them to my mother dear,
For she was all the wyte.
' Come take the rings off my fingers.
The veins they are so red, Give them to Sir William Fenwick,
I'm sure his heart will bleed.'
Then she took out a razor
That was both sharp and fine,
And out of her left side she has taken The heir of Wallington.
There is a race in Wallington,
And that I rue full sare ; Tho' the cradle it be full spread up,
The bride-bed is left bare.
scope] bandage, gag.          wyte] blame, cause of trouble.
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