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Young Hunting
4 He bended over her soft pillow And gave her a kiss so sweet,
But with a penknife in her right hand, She wounded him in full deep.
5 Woe be, woe be, Lady Marg'ret, he cried, Woe be, woe be to thee,
For don't you see my own heart's blood Come twinkling down my knee ?
6 She called unto a maid of hers: Keep a secret, keep a secret on me. All these fine robes on my body Shall always be to thee.
7 One takened him by his long yellow hair And the other one by his feet,
And they threw him into the well waters Which was so cool and deep.
8 Lie there, lie there, love Henery, Till the flesh rots off your bones,
And that pretty girl in Merry Green Lea Thinks long of your coming home.
9 Up spoke, up spoke a pretty little parrot Exceeding on a willow tree :
There never was a girl in Merry Green Lea He loved so well as thee.
10 Come down, come down, my pretty little parrot, And sit upon my knee,
And you shall have a cage of a pure, pure gold Instead of the willow tree.
ill won't come down, nor I shan't come down To sit upon your knee,
For you have murdered your true love Henery, More sooner you would kill me.
12 If I had my arrow in my hand, My bow on tuneful string,
I'd shoot a dart that would win your heart, So you could no longer sing.
13 If you had your arrow in your hand, Your bow on tuneful string,
I'd take a flight and fly, fly away And tune my voice to sing.
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