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 The baron he woke—the baron he rose

And ealledcalled [sic] his merry men all,

And come thou forth Sir John the knight

Thy lady is carried to thrall.

Fair Emmeline scant had ridden a mile—

A mile forth of the town.

When she was aware of her father’s men

Come galloping o’er the down.

And foremost came the carlish knight.

Sir John of the north country;

Now stop, now stop thou false traitor,

Nor earrycarry [sic] that lady away;

For she is come of high lynage

And was of a lady born;

For it ill beseems thee a false churle’s son

To carry her heneehence [sic] to scorn.

Now loud thou liest, Sir John the knight,

Now thou doest lie of me;

A knight me got—and a lady me bore,

So ncvernever [sic] did none by thee.

But light thee down my lady fair.

Light down and hold my steed.

While I and this diseourteousdiscourteous [sic] knight

Do try this arduous deed.

Fair Emmeline sighed—fair Emmeline wept,

And aye her heart was woe;

While ’twixt her love and the carlish knight

Past many a baleful blow.