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7 If you hain't pleased at this, he says, If you hain't pleased, says he,
I'll wished you was at home in your mother's chambery And me in some house or room.
8 Go wind you east, go wind you west, I will go along with you.
And he hung a bugle all round about his neck, And so went bleeding away.
9 But when he got to his mother's hall, He jingled at the ring ;
O dear mother, sleep or awake, Rise and let me in.
10 Sister, sister make my bed, My wounds are very sore. O dear mother, bind my head, You'll never bind it more.
11 It was about three hours before day, The chickens began to crow,
And every breath that he did draw His heart's blood begin to flow.
12 Sweet William died of the wounds he got And Barbary died for sorrow,
And the old woman died for the love of them both And was buried on Easter Monday.