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 And on the provost's brave ridge-tile, On the provost's grand ridge-tile, The Blackamoor first to master me I saw, I saw that winsome smile, The mouth that did my heart beguile, And spoke the great Word over me, In the land beyond the sea.

I call'd his name, I call'd aloud, Alas! I call'd on him aloud; And then he fill'd his hand with stour, And threw it towards me in the air; My mouse flew out, I lost my pow'r!

My lusty strength, my power were gone; Power was gone, and all was gone. He will not let me love him more! Of bell and whip and horse's tail He cares not if I find a store.

But I am proud if he is fierce! I am as proud as he is fierce; I'll turn about and backward go, If I meet again that Blackamoor, And he'll help us then, for he shall know I seek another paramour.

And we'll gang once more to yon town, Wi' better luck to yon town; We'll walk in silk and cramoisie, And I shall wed the provost's son My lady of the town I'll be!

stour] dust. cramoisie] crimson.