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‘Set’n down, set’n down,’ Lady Annis she said,
‘Set’n down on the grass so trim;
Before the clock it strikes twelve this night,
My body shall lie beside him.’
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Lady Annis then fitted on her night-coif,
Which fitted her wondrous well;
She then pierced her throat with a sharp-edgd knife,
As the four pall-bearers can tell.