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 I made a feast; I bad him come: I won his love, I brought him home. The wind is roaring in turret and tree. And after supper on a bed, Upon my lap he laid his head: O the Earl was fair to see!

I kiss'd his eyelids into rest: His ruddy cheeks upon my breast. The wind is raging in turret and tree. I hated him with the hate of hell, But I loved his beauty passing well. O the Earl was fair to see!

I rose up in the silent night: I made my dagger sharp and bright. The wind is raving in turret and tree. As half-asleep his breath he drew, Three times I stabb'd him thro' and thro'. O the Earl was fair to see!