| There was a knight, and a lady bright
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| And three little babes had she
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| She sent them away, to a far country
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| To learn their grammerie
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| They hadn’t been gone but a very short time
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| About three months and a day
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| When the lark spread o’er this whole wide world
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| And taken those babes away
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| It was on a cold, cold Christmas night
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| When everything was still
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| And she saw her three little babes come running
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| Come running down the hill
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| She set them a table of bread and wine
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| That they might drink and eat;
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| She spread them a bed of winding sheet
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| That they might sleep so sweet
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| «Take it off, take it off,» cried the eldest one;
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| «Take it off, take it off,» cried she
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| «For I shan’t stay here, in this wicked world
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| When there’s a better world for me.»
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| «Cold clods, cold clods, inside my bed
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| Cold clods, down at my feet —
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| The tears my dear mother shed for me
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| Would wet my winding sheet.»
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| «The tears my dear mother shed for me
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| Would wet my winding sheet
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| Would wet my winding sheet.» |