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<HEAD>Lord THOMAS and Fair ELLINOR, Together with the Downfal of the <HI>Brown Girl.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant Tune, call'd, <HI>Lord</HI> Thomas, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></OPENER>
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<L><HI>LOrd</HI> Thomas <HI>he was a bold fore&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and a cha&s;er of the King's deer;</HI></L>
<L>Fair Ellionor <HI>was a fair woman,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and Lord</HI> Thomas <HI>he lov'd her dear.</HI></L>
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<L>Come riddle my riddle, dear Mother, <HI>he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>and riddle us both as one,</L>
<L>Whether I &s;hall marry with <HI>Fair Ellinor,</HI></L>
<L>and let the <HI>Brown Girl</HI> alone?</L>
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<L>The <HI>Brown Girl</HI> &s;he has got hou&s;es and lands,</L>
<L>and <HI>Fair Ellinor</HI> &s;he has got none;</L>
<L>Therefore I charge you on my ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>bring me the <HI>Brown Girl</HI> home.</L>
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<L><HI>And as it befel on a high holiday,</HI></L>
<L><HI>as many did more be&s;ide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lord</HI> Thomas <HI>he went to</HI> Fair Ellinor,</L>
<L><HI>that &s;hould have been his bride.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>But when he came</HI> to Fair Ellinor <HI>'s bower,</HI></L>
<L><HI>he knocked there at the ring;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But who was &s;o ready as</HI> Fair Ellinor,</L>
<L><HI>for to let Lord</HI> Thomas <HI>in.</HI></L>
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<L>What news, what news, Lord <HI>Thomas, &s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>what news ha&s;t thou brought unto me?</L>
<L>I am come to bid thee to my wedding,</L>
<L>and that is bad news to thee.</L>
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<L>Oh!! God forbid, Lord <HI>Thomas, &s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>that &s;uch a thing &s;hou'd be done;</L>
<L>I thought to have been thy bride my own&s;elf,</L>
<L>and you to have been the bridgroom.</L>
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<L>Come riddle my riddle, dear Mother, <HI>&s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>and riddle it all in one,</L>
<L>Whether I &s;hall go to Lord <HI>Thomas</HI>'s wedding,</L>
<L>or whether I &s;hall tarry at home?</L>
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<L>There's many that are your friends, daughter,</L>
<L>and many that are your f<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">e;</L>
<L>Therefore I charge you on my ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>to Lord <HI>Thomas</HI>'s wedding don't go.</L>
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<L>There's many that are my friends, Mother,</L>
<L>if a thou&s;and more were my foe,</L>
<L>Betide my life, betide my death,</L>
<L>to Lord <HI>Thomas</HI>'s wedding I'll go.</L>
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<L><HI>She cloathed her&s;elf in gallant attire,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and her merry men all in green;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And as they rid thorough every town,</HI></L>
<L><HI>they took her to have been a queen.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>But when &s;he came to Lord</HI> Thomas <HI>'s gate,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;he knocked there at the rin<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But who was &s;o ready as Lord</HI> Thomas,</L>
<L><HI>to let</HI> Fair Ellinor in.</L>
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<L>Is this your bride? Fair Ellin <HI>&s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>methinks &s;he looks wondrous brown:</L>
<L>Thou might'&s;t have had as fair a woman</L>
<L>as ever trod on the ground.</L>
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<L>De&s;pi&s;e her not, <HI>Fair Ellin, &s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>de&s;pi&s;e her not now unto me:</L>
<L>For better I love thy little-finger,</L>
<L>then all her whole body.</L>
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<L><HI>This brown bride had a little penknife,</HI></L>
<L><HI>that was both long and &s;harp,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And betwixt the &s;hort ribs and the long</HI></L>
<L><HI>prick'd</HI> Fair Ellinor <HI>to the heart.</HI></L>
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<L>Oh! Chri&s;t now &s;ave thee, <HI>Lord</HI> Thomas <HI>he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>methinks thou look'&s;t wondrous wan;</L>
<L>Thou us'd for to look with as fre&s;h a colour,</L>
<L>as ever the &s;un &s;hin'd on.</L>
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<L>Oh art thou blind! Lord <HI>Thomas, &s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>or can&s;t thou not very well &s;ee?</L>
<L>Oh! do&s;t thou not &s;ee my own heart's blood</L>
<L>runs trickling down my knee?</L>
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<L><HI>Lord</HI> Thomas <HI>he had a &s;word by his &s;ide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>as he walkt about the hall,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He cut off his bride's head from her &s;houlders,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and he threw it again&s;t the wall.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>He &s;ee the hilt again&s;t the ground,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and the paint again&s;t his heart;</HI></L>
<L><HI>There was never three lovers that ever met,</HI></L>
<L><HI>more &s;ooner they did depart.</HI></L>
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