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LADY ALICE was sitting in her bower-window, Mending her midnight quoif, And there she saw as fine a corpse As ever she saw in her life.
11 ' What bear ye, what bear ye, ye six men tall ?
What bear ye on your shoulders ?'— ' We bear the corpse of Giles Collins,
An old and true lover of yours.'—
in ' O lay him down gently, ye six men tali,
All on the grass so green, And to-morrow, when the sun goes down,
Lady Alice a corpse shall be seen.
' And bury me in Saint Mary's church,
All for my love so true, And make me a garland of marjoram,
And of lemon-thyme, and rue.'
v Giles Collins was buried all in the east,
Lady Alice all in the west, And the roses that grew on Giles Collins's grave, They reached Lady Alice's breast.