3
He keeped her so long and long,
From the evening late till the morning came.
4
All that he gave her at their parting
Was a pair of gloves and a gay gold ring.
5
Lord Benwall he's a wooing gone,
And he's taken with him all his merry men.
6
As he was walking the Haleigh throw,
He spy'd seven ladyes all in a row.
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He cast a lot among them all;
Upon the youngest the lot did fall.
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He wedded her and brought her home,
And by the way she made great moan.
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'What aileth my dearest and dayly flower?
What ails my dear, to make such moan?
10
'Does the steed carry you too high?
Or does thy pillow sit awry?
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'Or does the wind blow in thy glove?
Or is thy heart after another love?'
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'The steed does not carry me too high,
Nor does my pillow sit awry.