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( 5 ) There ſhe ſtood and better ſtood and ever a tear let fall, Till once ſhe ſpy'd her ſeven bretheran ſlain, and her father who lov d her ſo dear. Hold your han, hold you Willaim ſhe ſaid ſon thy ſtrokes are wonderfull ſore; For ſweethearts I may get many a one, but a father I'll never get more. (fine, She took out a handkerchief of Holland ſo andeay ſhe wip'd her father's bloody wounds Which ran more clear than the red wine, and forked in the cold ground, O choſe you lady marg'ret he ſaid whether you will go or bide, I muſt go with you Lord William ſhe ſaid ſince you have no other guide He lifted her on a milk white ſteed. himſelf on a dapple grey. With a blue ilded horn hanging by his ſide, and they ſlowly both od away, Away they rode and better they rode. till once they came to yonder ſtrand, Till once they came to you clear river, and there they lighten down. They lighted down to take a drink of the ſpring that ran ſo clear; And there the ſpy'd his pretty hearts blood, all running down the ſtream,