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bought me with your gold,' she said, 'You've bought me with your gold; Upon this breast you lay your head; I would this breast were cold,' she said; 'I would this breast were cold In churchyard mould.'

'But O! I love him well,’ she said, 'But O! I love him well— So well I would that I were dead, And laid in narrow cell,' she said; 'And laid in narrow cell, For life is hell.'

'Bodies are bought for gold,' she said, 'Bodies are bought for gold;