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 And what would he say if his daughter Away with a knight should fly?

Ah well I wot he ne'er cou’d rest Nor his meat do him good, Till he had slain thee Child of Elle, And seen thy dear heart’s blood.

O lady wert thou in thy saddle set, And once without this wall—— I would not care for thy cruel father Nor the worst that might befal

Fair Emmeline sighed——fair Emmeline wept: And aye her heart was woe: At length he seized her lilly-white band And down the ladder her drew.

And thrice he clasp'd her to his breast, And kissed her tenderly: The tears that fell from her fair eyne Ran like the fountains down

He mounted himself on his steed sae tall, And her on a fair palfray, And slung his bugle about his neck, And roundly they rode away.

All this beheard her own damsel, In her bed whereas she lay; Quoth she, my Lord shall know of this, So I shall hae gold and fee.