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( 4 ) It was her cruel father then,

Told her that I abroad was lain,

Which gr iev'd thislad's he-m full for

To think tkat we hould neer meetmor

This caus'd her weep mot bitterly,

Thoe tidings from High Germany,

O daughter dear, thy tears refrain

To weep for him it is in vain,

I have a better match for thee,

To enjoy the lands cf Banaphie.

He was the huband of my youth,

In pledge he bath my faith and truth,

I made a vow and I'll wed with none,

Since my true love is from me gone.

On ev'ry finger he put a ring,

On her mid finger ihe put three;

And he's away to High Germany,

In hopes her tine love for to ee.

O fire's put on her robes of green,

Which were mot lovely to be een;

O had he been a crowned king,

This lady might have been his queen.