The bridegroom ran quickly, he held her, he kiss'd her,

He spoke loud and low, and listen'd full fain;

He call'd on her waiting-maids round to assist her

But nothing could bring the lost breath back again.

O carry her softly! the grave is made ready;

At head and at foot plant a laurel-bush green;

For she was a young and a sweet noble lady,

The fairest young bride that I ever have seen.

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KATE O' BELASHANNY

Seek up and down, both fair and brown,

We've purty lasses many, O;

But brown or fair, one girl most rare,

The Flow'r o' Belashanny, O.

As straight is she as poplar-tree

(Tho' not as aisy shaken, O,)

And walks so proud among the crowd,

For queen she might be taken, O.

From top to toe, where'er you go,

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