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2 He holp her on his milk-white steed, And he rode the apple grey.
He swung a bugle horn all round about her neck And so went winding away.
3 He hadn't got more than a mile out of town, Till he looked back again.
He. saw her own dear seven brothersen Come trippling over the plain.
4 Set you down, fair Ellinor, he said, And hold the steed by the rein,
Till I play awhile with your own dear father And your seven brothersen.
5 Fair Ellinor she sat still And never changed a word,
Till she saw her own dear seven brothersen All wallowing in their blood.
6 Fair Ellinor she sat still And never changed a note,
Till she saw her own dear father's head Come tumbling by her feet.
7 He holp her on her milk-white steed And he rode the apple grey,
Till he swung a bugle horn all around her neck And so went winding away.
8 He rode up to his mother's gate And tingled on the ring,
Saying: O dear mother, asleep or awake, Arise and let me in.
9 Sister, sister, fix my bed, My wounds are very sore.
Saying: O dear mother, bind up my head, For me you'll bind no more.