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7 There is a fair lady in our house, Before tomorrow morning she'll be dead, We will call to our waiting-maids
And have her taken out of town.
A word or two, Lord Thomas, she did say,
Before I go away.
8 I wish my sons was seven greyhounds And I was a fox on the hill,
And they might have longer ( or more) breath than I That they might worry me down.
9 It's who is your father dear, And who is your mother, And who is your brother dear And who is your sister ?
10 It's King Henry he's my father dear, Queen Chatry's my own mother, Quince Dudley he's my own brother dear And fair Annie she's my own sister.
11 If King Henry he's your own father dear, Queen Chatry she's your own mother, Quince Dudley your brother dear,
I'll ensure I'm your own sister.
12 We have seven ships all on the sea, They're loaded to the brim,
And five of them I'll give to you
And two will carry me home,
And we'll have Lord Thomas burned.