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THE BROWN GIRL |
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v Now you shall hear what love she had
Then for this love-sick man ; She was a whole long summer's day
In a mile a going on.
VI
When she came to her love's bed-side, Where he lay dangerous sick,
She could not for laughing stand Upright upon her feet.
VII
She had a white wand all in her hand, And smooth'd it all on his breast;
' In faith and troth come pardon me, I hope your soul's at rest.'—
VIII
' Prithee,' said he, ' forget, forget, Prithee forget, forgive;
O grant me yet a little space, That I may be well and live.'—
IX
' O never will I forget, forgive,
So long as I have breath ; I'll dance above your green, green grave Where you do lie beneath.
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' I'll do as much for my true-love
As other maidens may ; I'll dance and sing on my love's grave
A whole twelvemonth and a day.' 1225 d d 801 |
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