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Earl Brand B
2 He jumped upon the milk-white steed And she rode the dapple grey,
And he hung a bugle horn all about his neck And so went sounding away.
3 He had not got but a mile or two Till he looked back over the main,
And he saw her father and her seven brothers all Come trippling over the lane.
4 Get down, get down, get down, says he, And hold this steed by the mane,
Till I play awhile with your father, he says, Yes, and your seven brethren.
5 She got down and never spoke, Nor never cheaped
Till she saw her own father's head Come trinkling by her feet.
6 Hold your hand, sweet William, she says, Pray hold your hand for sure,
For love runs free in every vein, But father I'll have no more.