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( 4 ) With her respect in each degree,

Sign’d by the Lass of Banaphie.

The answer which to her I sent,

It never to my true love went;

Her cruel father told her then

That I abroad was surely slain.

Which griev’d this maiden’s heart full sore

To think that we should ne’er meet more,

This caus’d her weep most bitterly,

Those tidings from High Germany.

O daughter dear thy tears refrain,

To weep for him it is in vain,

I have a better match for thee,

To enjoy the lands of Banaphie.

He was the husband of my youth,

In pledge he had my faith and truth;

I’ve made a vow I’ll with none

Since my true love is dead and gone.

On ev’ry finger she put a ring,

On her mid finger she put three,

And she’s away to High Germany

In hopes her true love for to see.