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And thrice he claspde her to his breite,

And kist her tenderlie:
The teares that fell from her fair eyes,
Ranne like the fountayne free.

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Awake, awake, thou baron bolde !

Awake, my noble dame! Your daughter is fledde with the Child of Elle,

To doe the deede of shame,

The baron he woke, the baron he rose,

And callde his merrye men all: " And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte,

Thy ladye is carried to thrall.”

Fair Emmeline scant had ridden a mile,

A mile forth of the towne,
When she was aware of her fathers men
Come galloping over the downe:

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• Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold baron,

I pray thee, hold thy hand,
Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts,

Faft knit in true loves band,

Thy daughter I have dearly lovde

Full long and many a day, But with such love as holy kirke

Hath freelye fayd wee may.

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My mother she was an erles daughter,

A noble knyght my fire ---
The baran he frownde, and turnde away
With mickle dole and ire.

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Here take her, child of Elle, he fayd,

And gave her lillye hand,
Here take my deare and only child,

And with her half my land:

Thy father once mine honour wrongde

In days of youthful pride; Do thou the injurye repayre

In fondnesle for thy bride.

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A S it fell out on a highe holye daye, t. As many bee in the yeare, When young men and maides together do goc

Their masses and mattins to heare.

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