| An outlandish knight came from the north lands
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| He courted a lady fair
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| He said he would take her to those northern lands
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| And there he would marry her
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| Go fetch some of your fathers gold
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| And some of your mothers fee
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| And two of the horses from out of the stables
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| Where there stands thirty and three
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| She’s mounted on the lilly white steed
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| And he the dapple gray
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| They’ve rode til they come unto the sea side
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| Three hours before it was day
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| Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed
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| Deliver it unto me
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| Six pretty maidens have I drownd-ed here
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| And the seventh will surely be thee
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| Take off take off
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| Your silken gowns
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| Deliver them unto me
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| For I do feel that they are too fine
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| To rot in the salt salt sea.
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| If I take off my silken gowns
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| And turn your back on me
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| For it is not fitting that such a cruel rogue
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| A naked woman should see
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| And cut away the brambles so sharp
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| The brambles from off the brim
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| For I do feel that they’ll tangle my hair
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| And scratch my tender skin
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| So he’s turned his back all on the fair maid
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| And leant down over the brim
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| She’s taken him by his slender waist
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| and tumbled him into the stream
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| Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
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| Lie there instead of me,
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| For six pretty maidens have you drownd-ed here
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| The seventh hath drownd-ed thee. |