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She stooped low to kiss him sweet,
He to her heart did a dagger meet.
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'Ride on, ride on,' cried the serving man,
'Methinks your bride she looks wondrous wan.'
12
'I wish I were on yonder stile,
For there I would sit and bleed awhile.
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'I wish I were on yonder hill,
There I'd alight and make my will.'
14
'What would you give to your father dear?'
'The gallant steed which doth me bear.'
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'What would you give to your mother dear?'
'My wedding shift which I do wear.
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'But she must wash it very clean,
For my heart's blood sticks in evry seam.'
17
'What would you give to your sister Anne?'
'My gay gold ring and my feathered fan.'
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'What would you give to your brother John?'
'A rope and gallows to hang him on.'
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'What would you give to your brother John's wife?'
'A widow's weeds, and a quiet life.'