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.