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| ONCE I was at a nobleman’s wedding— | |
| ’Twas of a girl that proved unkind, | |
| But now she begins to think of her losses | |
| Her former true lover still runs in her mind. | |
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| “Here is the token of gold that was broken, | 5 |
| Seven long years, love, I have kept it for your sake | |
| You gave to me as a true lover’s token, | |
| No longer with me, love, it shall remain.” | |
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| The bride she sat at the head of the table, | |
| The words he said she marked them right well; | 10 |
| To sit any longer she was not able, | |
| And down at the bridegroom’s feet she fell. | |
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| “One request I do make of you | |
| And I hope you will grant it to me, | |
| To lie this night in the arms of my mother, | 15 |
| And ever after to lie with thee.” | |
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| No sooner asked than it was granted, | |
| With tears in her eyes she went to bed, | |
| And early, early, the very next morning | |
| He rose and found that this young bride was dead. | 20 |
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| He took her up in his arms so softly, | |
| And carried her to the meadow so green, | |
| And covered her over with green leaves and laurels, | |
| Thinking she might come to life again. | |
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