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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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And by there cam a harper fine, That harpit to the king at dine.
And when he look'd that lady on, He sigh'd and made a heavy moan.
He 's made a harp of her breast-bane, Whose sound wad melt a heart of stane.
He 's ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair, And wi' them strung his harp sae rare.
He went into her father's hall,
And there was the court assembled all.
He laid his harp upon a stane,
And straight it began to play by lane.
' O yonder sits my father, the King, And yonder sits my mother, the Queen ;
' And yonder stands my brother Hugh, And by him my William, sweet and true.'
xxvin But the last tune that the harp play'd then—
Binnorie, O Binnorie ! Was, ' Woe to my sister, false Helen ! '
By the honnie tmlldams o Binnorie.
by lane] alone, of itself. 106
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