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'For thou was a lady, thou livd in Lurk,
And thou fell in love with thy father's clerk.
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'Thou loved him seven years and a day,
Till thy big belly did thee betray.
13
'Thou leaned thy back unto a tree,
And there began thy sad misery.
14
'Thou set thy foot unto a thorn,
And there thou got thy two babes born.
15
'Thou took out thy wee pen-knife,
And twind us both of our sweet life.
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'Thou took the sattins was on thy head,
Thou rolled us both in when we were dead.
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'Thou howkit a grave forenent the sun,
And there thou buried thy twa babes in.
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'But now we're both in [the] heavens hie,
There is pardon for us, but none for thee.'
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'My pretty boys, beg pardon for me!'
'There is pardon for us, but none for thee.'