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 he tuckt her girdle about her middle,

and ran close by his side.

But when she came to the broad water,

she sat her breast and swam,

And when she was got out again,

She took to her heels and ran.

He never was the courteous knight,

to say, fair maid, will ye ride?

And she was ever too loving a maid,

to say, Sir knight abide.

When she came to the king’s fair court,

she knocked at the ring;

o ready was the king himself

to let this fair maid in.

Now hear my prayer, my gracious liege,

Now be you judge and ice,

You have a knight within your court

this day hath robbed me.

What hath he robbed thee of sweet-heart?

of purple or of pall?

Or hath he taken thy gay gold ring

from off thy finger small?

He hath not robbed me, my liege,

of purple or of pall;