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the gilded coach stood ready,

The young lover and his lady,

Rode together till they came

To her house of state and fame.

Which appeared like a castle,

Where he might behold a parcel

Of young cedars tall and straight,

Just before her palace gate.

Hand in hand they walk'd together,

To a hall, or parlour rather,

Which was beautiful and fair

All alone she left him there.

Two long hours there he waited

Her return-at length hohe [sic] fretted,

And began to grieve at last,

For he had not broke his fast.

Still he sat like one amazed,

Round a spacious room he gazed,

Which was richly beautify'd;

But, alas! he lost his bridobride [sic].

TheroThere [sic] was peeping, laughing, sneering,

All within the lawyer's hearing;

But his bride he could not see;

Would I were at home, thought he.