Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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You see her face again." His leave he took, and home he went;
His wife departed lay; But that which did his grief augment,
The child was stole away.                               *>
Then did he travel in despair,
Where soon with grief he died; While the young child, his son and heir,
Did constantly abide With the wise lady of the grove,                      «
In her enchanted cell; Amongst the woods he oft did rove,
His beauty pleased her well.
Blinded with love, she did impart,
Upon a certain day,                                            so
To him her cunning magic art,
And where six Champions lay Within a brazen castle strong,
By an enchanted sleep, And where they had continued long;               «
She did the castle keep.
She taught and show'd him every thing
Through being free and fond; Which did her fatal ruin bring;
For with a silver wand                                      eo
He clos'd her up into a rock,
By giving one small stroke;