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VIII
At fourteen he wedded was,
A father at fifteen, At sixteen 's face was white as milk, And then his grave was green ;
And the daisies were outspread, And buttercups of gold,
O'er my pretty lad so young
Now ceased growing.
157 The Brown Girl
i
' I AM as brown as brown can be,
My eyes as black as a sloe; I am as brisk as a nightingale, And as wild as any doe.
ii ' My love has sent me a love-letter.
Not far from yonder town, That he could not fancy me,
Because I was so brown.
in 'I sent him his letter back again.
For his love I valu'd not, Whether that he could fancy me
Or whether he could not.
IV
' He sent me his letter back again,
That he lay sick to death, That I might then go speedily
To give him up his faith.' 8oo |
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