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Lord Thomas and Fair Ellinor
2 Or shall I marry fair Ellendry now, Or bring you the brown girl home ? Or shall I marry fair Ellendry now, Or bring the brown girl home ?
3 The brown girl she has house and land, Fair Ellendry she has none.
My request is to you, my son, Go bring the brown girl home.
4 Fair Ellendry dressed herself in white, And trimmed her merry maidens green, And every town that she rode through They took her to be some queen.
5 She rode up to Lord Thomas's hall, And tingled on the ring ;
No'one so ordel but Lord Thomas himself For to rise and let her come in.
6 He took her by the lily-white hand, He led her through the hall,
He sat her down at the head of the table Amongst those ladies all.
7 Is this your bride?—fair Ellendry she says— What makes her so wonderful brown?
When you could have married as fair a lady one As ever the sun shined on.