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FAIR FLOWER OF NORTHUMBERLAND. 181
And as in sorrow thus he lay,
Follow, my love, come over the strand, w The Earl [s] sweet daughter walks that way,
And she is the fair Flower of Northumberland.
And passing by like an angel bright, Follow, my love, come over the strand,
The prisoner had of her a sight, is
And she the fair Flower of Northumberland.
And aloud to her this knight did cry, Follow, my love, come over the strand,
The salt tears standing in his eye.
And she the fair Flower of Northumberland.
" Fair lady," he said, " take pity on me, a Follow, my love, come over the strand,
And let me not in prison die,
And you the fair Flower of Northumberland."
" Fair Sir, how should I take pity on thee, & Follow, my love, come over the strand,
Thou being a foe to our country,
And I the fair Flower of Northumberland."
" Fair lady, I am no foe," he said,
Follow, my love, come over the strand, so " Through thy sweet love here was I stay'd,
For thee, the fair Flower of Northumberland." |
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