| It was an English ladye bright
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| (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
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| And she would marry a Scottish knight
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| For Love will still be lord of all
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| Blithely they saw the rising sun
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| When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
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| But they were sad ere day was done
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| Though Love was still the lord of all
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| Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine
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| Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall;
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| Her brother gave but a flask of wine
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| For ire that Love was lord of all
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| For she had lands both meadow and lea
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| Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall
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| For he swore her death, ere he would see
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| A Scottish knight the lord of all
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| That wine she had not tasted well
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| (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall)
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| When dead, in her true love’s arms, she fell
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| For Love was still the lord of all!
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| He pierced her brother to the heart
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| Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall —
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| So perish all would true love part
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| That Love may still be lord of all!
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| And then he took the cross divine
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| Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall
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| And died for her sake in Palestine;
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| So Love was still the lord of all
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| Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove
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| (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall)
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| Pray for their souls who died for love
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| For Love shall still be lord of all! |