English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	No. 3 Earl Brand A

	2 I thank you kindly, sir, he says, I am no steward's son. My father is of a regis king, My mother's a quaker's queen. 3 He mound ( mounted) her on a milk-white steed, He rode a dapple grey. He swung a bugle horn all round about his neck And so went blowing away. 4 He had not gone three mile out of town Till he looked back again, And saw her father and seven bretherens Come trippling over the plain. 5 Sit you down, fair Ellender, he said, And hold this steed by the rein, Till I play awhile with your father And your seven bretherens. 6 Fair Ellender she sat still. It wasn't long till she saw Her own dear seven bretherens All wallowing in their blood.
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