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Rh " Then he wedded my rival false, And she bare him a babe so fair ; But her soul grew dim, and its. light went out, And in madness she knew despair. " And she slew him, my love, my love ! Rising up in the dead of night ; And they say she wist not the thing she did, But I know she had sore despite. " And the babe it is mine, is mine, But it never will thrive with me ; For I loved the father, and spurned the mother, And the two are gone home, Woe is me !" The babe it awoke, and smiled up in her face, — "Oh Jesu, Lord Jesu, grant succour, I pray ! Give us only a shelter until it be day." — But the babe, it was weary, and sighed life away : Oh, alas, for the woeful Lady !