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An outlandish knight came from the north land,
He came a-wooing of me,
He said he would take me into the north land,
And there his bride I would be.
And there his bride I would be.
Go, fetch me some of your father's gold,
And some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best nags that are in the stable,
Where there stand thirty and three.
So she fetched him some of her father's gold,
And some of her mother's fee,
And two of the best nags that were in the stable,
Where there stood thirty and three.
She's mounted up on the milk-white steed,
Him on the dappled grey,
They rode till they came to the banks of the sea,
Six hours before it was day.
Dismount, dismount, my pretty fair maid,
Deliver your steed unto me,
For it's six pretty maidens I have drowned here,
And thou the seventh shall be.
Take off, take off that fine silken gown,
Deliver it up unto me,
For I think it a shame that a garment so fine
Should ripple in the salt sea.
Well, if I must take off my fine silken gown,
Then turn your back upon me,
For I think it a shame that a villain like you
A naked woman should see.
So he's turned his back on this pretty fair maid,
And he's viewed the hills with great glee,
She grabbed him around the middle so small,
And she's keltered him into the sea.
He tumbled high, he tumbled low,
Till he came to the banks of the sea.
Take hold of my hand, you pretty fair maid,
And then I will marry thee.
Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me,
For if six pretty maidens you have drowned here,
Then thou the seventh shall be.
She's mounted up on the milk-white steed,
She's led the dappled grey,
She rode till she came to her father's own hall
Three hours before it was day.
Her parrot hung up in the window so high,
And seeing the lady come in,
He swung to the left and he swung to the right,
And then he began to sing.
Don't prittle, don't prattle, my pretty Polly,
Nor tell no tales upon me,
And your cage shall be made of the glittering gold,
And your perch of the best ebony.
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