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Allen-a-Dale was ne'er dubbed a knight,
Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as
Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord,
Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word;
And the best of our nobles his bonnet will vail,
Who at Red-cross on Stanmore meets Allen-a-Dale.
Allen-a-Dale to his wooing is come,
The mother she asked of his house and his home.
1 Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the
My hall,' quoth bold Allen, ' shews gallanter still,
'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale,
And with all its bright spangles/ said Allen-a-Dale.
The father was steel, the mother was stone,
They lifted the latch and they bade him begone,
But loud, on the morrow, their vail and their cry,
He had laughed on the lass with his bonny black eye,
And. she fled to the forest to hear a love tale,
And the youth it was told by was Allen-a-Dale.

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