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Oh lady I’ve been with thy own true love,
And he greets thee well by me;
This night will he be at thy bower-window
And die or set thee free.
Now day was gone, and night was come,
And all were fast asleep—
All save the Lady Emmeline,
Who sat in her bower to weep.
And soon she heard her true love’s voice
Now whispering at the wall,
Awake, awake, my dear lady
’Tis I thy true love calls.
Awake, awake, my lady dear,
Come mount this fair palfrey;
This ladder of ropes will let thee down,
I’ll carry thee hence away.
Nay now, now nay, thou gentle knight,
Now nay this may not be,
For aye should I tint my maiden fame
If alone I should wend with thee.
O lady, thou with a knight sae true
Mayst safely wend alone;
To my Lady Mother I will thee bring,
Where marriage shall make us one.
My father he is a baron bold,
Of lynage proud and high;
And what would he say if his daughter
Away with a knight should fly?
