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“If pale she be is a wonder slight, When she has witness’d so hard a fight.

“God grant I may retain my breath Whilst parting presents I bequeath.

“To my father I give my courser tall, O mother I pray thee a priest to call.

“And unto my brother, who’s standing near, I give Gulborg whom I love so dear.”

“O willingly her to wife I’d take, If, brother, ’twere not for the black sin’s sake.”

“May the Lord God me in my trouble aid, So sure as she is for me a maid.

“’Twas only once that I had the bliss From her rosy mouth to snatch a kiss.”

“O better, better to sink in death, Than unto two brothers plight my faith.”

p. 27Ribolt was dead ere the cock did cry, Gulborg was dead ere the sun was high.

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They bore from the Castle corses three, A handsome corse was each to see.

The one was Ribolt, the other his bride, His mother the third, of grief she died.

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p. 28London: Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. Edition limited to Thirty Copies.

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