11 She dressed herself up in a suit of white,
And her merrymen all in green;
There was not a town that she rode through
But they took her to be a queen.
After 12:
He took her by the lily-white hand,
And by the waist so small,
And set her at the head of the table,
. . . . . . .
After 13:
Up spoke the pretty brown girl,
She said ...
'Where did you get the water
That washed your skin so white?'
'There is a well in my father's land,
A place you'll never see,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
14 wanting.
19. Imperfectly remembered.
Lord Thomas he stabbed the pretty brown girl, and then he stabbed himself; and he said, Bury the pretty brown girl at my feet, and Fair Ellinor in my arms.
A red rose grew out of Fair Ellinor, and a sweet briar out of Lord Thomas's grave, and they grew until they met.