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Outlandish knight

(15) Outlandish knight

The Outlandish Knight

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AN outlandish Knight came from the
North Lands,
And he came a wooing to me ;
He told me he'd take me unto the
North Lands,
And there he would marry me.

Come fetch me some of your father's gold
And some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best nags out of the stable
Where they stood thirty and three.

She fetcehed him some of her father's gold
and some of her mother's fee,
And two of the best nags out of the stable
where they stood thirty and three.

She mounted on her milk white steed,
He on the dapple grey ,
They rode till they came nnto the sea side
three hours before it was day.

Light off, light off, thy milk steed,
and deliver it unto me.
Six pretty maidens have I drowned here
and thou the seventh shall be.

Doff off,doff off thy silken gown,
and deliver it unto me,
Methinks it looks too rich and too gay
To rot in the salt salt sea.

If I must take off my silken clothes,
pray turn thy back unto me,
For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
a naked woman should see.

He turned his back towards her,
and viewed the leaves so green
She catched him round the midd
small
and tumble I him into the stream

He dropped high and dropped low,
Until he came to the side—
Catch hold my hand my pretty Polly,
and I will make you my bride.

Lie there, lie there you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me ;
Six pretty maidens have you drown'd here
and the seventh has now drown'd thee

She mounted on her milk white steed,
and led the dapple grey.                 [hal]
She rode till she came to her own father's
three hours before it was day.

The parrot being in the window so high,
and seeing the lady, did say,
I'm afraid some ruffian astray has led you,
that you've tarried so long away.

Don't prittle nor prattle my pretty parrot,
nor tell no tales of me,
Thy cage shall be made of glittering gold,
although it is made of a tree.

The King being in the chamb r so high,
and hearing the parrot did say,
What ails you, what ails you pretty parrot,
that you prattle so long before day ?

It's no lauughing matter the parrot did say
but so loudly I call unto thee,
For the cats have got into the window so
high,
and I'm afraid they'll have me.

Well turn'd, well turn'd. my pretty parrot,
well turned, well turned for me,
Thy cage shall be made of glittering gold,
and thy door of the best ivory.

Printed by J. HILL, (late Taylor) 11,
                Waterloo road.

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