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 4 So ready were the seven brethren

to let Sweet William in.

Then he turned up the winding street,

pray let me see the dead

Methinks she looks both psle and wan,

she has lost her cherry red.

I will do more for thee, Margeret,

than any of thy kin,

For I will kiss thy pale wan lips,

though a smile I cannot win,

With that bespoke the seven brethren,

making most piteous moan,

You may go kiss your jolly brow dame,

and let our sister alone.

If I do kiss my jolly brown dame,

I do but what is right,

For I made no vow to your sister dear,

by day nor yet by night.

Pray tell me then how much you'll deal

of white bread and of wine,

So much as is dealt at her funeral to-day,

tomorrow shall be dealt as mine.