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 It was her cruel Father then,

Told her that I abroad was slain.

Which grieved this maiden's heart full sore,

To think that we should ne'er meet more,

This caus'd her weep most bitterly,

These tidings from high Germany.

O daughter dear thy tears refrain,

To weep for him is all 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 troth,

I made a vow I'll wed 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.

O she's put on her robes of green,

Which was most lovely to be seen,

O had he been a crowned king,

This fair lady might been his queen.