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THE WEIRD LADY.
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iii.
Mary Mother she stooped from heaven;
She wakened Earl Harold out of his sweven,
To don his harness on;
And over the land and over the sea
He wended abroad to his own countrie,
A weary way to gon.

iv.
O but his beard was white with eld,
O but his hair was gray;
He stumbled on by stock and stone,
And as he journeyed he made his moan
Along that weary way.

v.
Earl Harold came to his castle wall;
The gate was burnt with fire;
Roof and rafter were fallen down,
The folk were strangers all in the town,
And strangers all in the shire.