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LORD SCALES
She's loosed the knot upon his back,
The knot upon his throat:
She's clad him with a suit of samite,
And red silk to his coat.
The knot upon his throat:
She's clad him with a suit of samite,
And red silk to his coat.
She's washed him well wi' sweet waters,
Put spice into his hair;
She's set his feet in a narrow side chamber,
Upon a sideway stair.
Put spice into his hair;
She's set his feet in a narrow side chamber,
Upon a sideway stair.
He's ta'en him to her, Lady Helen,
Where she sat by a bed,
The least cloth upon her body,
It was of the noble red.
Where she sat by a bed,
The least cloth upon her body,
It was of the noble red.
The insides of her bed curtains,
The gold was gone them through;
The outsides of her bed curtains,
They were full merry and blue.
The gold was gone them through;
The outsides of her bed curtains,
They were full merry and blue.
The silk side of her bed pillows,
It was of the summer green;
The gold was bound in her gold hair,
That now should tell them twa between.
It was of the summer green;
The gold was bound in her gold hair,
That now should tell them twa between.
O came ye for my lord's land,
O for my lord's fee;
Or came ye for my lord's hate,
Or yet for the love of me?
O for my lord's fee;
Or came ye for my lord's hate,
Or yet for the love of me?
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