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 I sew'd it up with scarlet silk

Last night upon my knee,

And my heart grew sad and sore to think

Thy face I'd never see.

I sew'd it up with scarlet silk,

As I lay upon my bed:

Sorrow! the man I'll never see

That had my maidenhead.

But as Ellayne sat on her window-seat

And comb'd her yellow hair,

She saw come over Stamford bridge

The scarlet pennon fair.

As Ellayne lay and sicken'd sore,

The gold shoes on her feet,

She saw Sir Robert and his men

Ride up the Stamford street.

He had a coat of fine red gold,

And a bascinet of steel;

Take note his goodly Collayne sword

Smote the spur upon his heel.

And by his side, on a grey jennet,

There rode a fair lady,

For every ruby Ellayne wore,

I count she carried three.

Say, was not Ellayne's gold hair fine,

That fell to her middle free?

But that lady's hair down in the street,

Fell lower than her knee.