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 Of one gift, Robert, that ye gave,

I sicken to the death,

I pray you nurse-tend me, my knight,

Whiles that I have my breath.

Six fathoms from the Stamford bridge

He left that dame to stand,

And whiles she wept, and whiles she cursed

That she ever had taken land.

He has kiss'd sweet Ellayne on the mouth,

And fair she fell asleep,

And long and long days after that

Sir Robert's house she did keep.