Takes up his harp, and runs over the strings;

And there among strangers, his grief to discover,

A fair maiden's falsehood he bitterly sings.

'Now here is the token of gold that was broken;

Seven long years it was kept for your sake;

You gave it to me as a true lover's token;

No longer I'll wear it, asleep or awake.'

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She sat in her place by the head of the table,

The words of his ditty she mark'd them right well:

To sit any longer this bride was not able,

So down at the bridegroom's feet she fell.

'O one, one request, my lord, one and no other,

O this one request will you grant it to me?

To lie for this night in the arms of my mother,

And ever, and ever thereafter with thee.'

Her one, one request it was granted her fairly;

Pale were her cheeks as she went up to bed;

And the very next morning, early, early,

They rose and they found this young bride was dead.

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