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 And bids thee sometimes think on her Wha loved the sae dear

And here she sends thee a ring of gold The last boon thou mayst have And bids thee wear it for her sake, Whan she is laid in grave.

Nor ah her gentle heart is broke And in grave soon must she be Sath her father and chose her a new love And forbid her to think of thee.

Her father hath brought her a carlish knight, Sir John of the north country, And within three days she must him wed. he vows he will her slay.

Now hy e thee back thou little foot page And greet thy lady frae me And tell her that I her own true love Wilt die or set her free.

Now hye thee back thou little foot page: And let thy fair lady know, This night will I be at her bower-window Betide me weal or woe

The boy he tripped the boy he ran He neither stint nor stayed Until he came to fair Emeline's bower; Whan kneeling down he said: