12 'Where have you got this brown girl?' she says,
'I think she looks wonderful brown;
You might have had as pretty a bride
As ever the sun shined on.'
13 It's up and starts the brown girl's mother,
And an angry woman was she:
'Where have you got the roseberry-water
That washes your face so clear?'
14 'It's I have gotten that roseberry-water
Where that she could get none;
For I have got it in my mother's womb,
Where in her mother's womb there was none.'
15 She took up a little pen-knife,
That was baith sharp and small,
She stuck Fair Helen fornents the heart,
And down the blood did fall.
16 'What ailes you, Fair Helen?' he says,
'I think you look wonderful pale:
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
17 'What ailes you, Lord Thomas?' she says,
'Or don't you very well see?
O don't you see my very heart's blood
Coming trinkling down by my knee?'
18 He took up a little small sword,
That hung low by his knee,
And he cut off the brown girl's head,
And dashed it against the wall.
19 He set the sword all in the ground,
And on it he did fall;
So there was an end of these three lovers,
Thro spite and malice all.
82. foe in the margin.
194. All thro spite and malice is noted as if it were what was recited.