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VII
She had on a gowne of blacke velvett, (A pityfull sight after ye shall see)
'Put off thy clothes, bonny wenchc,' he sayes, ' For no foot further thou'st gang with mee.
VIII
But then she put off her gowne of velvett, With many a salt teare from her e'e,
And in a kirtle of fine breaden silke She stood before Yonge Andrew's e'e.
IX
Sayes, ' O put off thy kirtle of silke, For some and all shall goe with mee;
Unto my owne lady I must it beare,
Whom I must needs love better than thee !'
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Then she put off her kirtle of silke,
With many a salt teare still from her e'e;
In a petticoate of scarlett redd
She stood before Yonge Andrew's e'e.
XI
Sayes, ' O put off thy petticoate,
For some and all shall goe with mee;
Unto my owne ladye I will it beare,
That dwells soe far in a strange countrye.'
XII
But then she put off her petticoate,
With many a salt teare still from her e'e,
And in a smocke of brave white silk She stood before Yonge Andrew's e'e.
breaden] braided.
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