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"My father was an old knight,
And yett it chanced soe,
That he married a younge lady,
That brought me to this woe.
"Shee witched me, being a faire young lady,
To the greene forrest to dwell;
And there I must walke in womans liknesse,
Most like a feeind of hell.
"She witched my brother to a carlist b....