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stood thirty and three. She mounted her on her milk-white steed, He on the dapple grey; They rode till they came unto the sea-side, Three hours before it was day. 'Light off, light off thy milk-white steed, And deliver it unto me; Six pretty maids have I drowned here, And thou the seventh shall be. 'Pull off, pull off thy silken gown, And deliver it unto me, Methinks it looks too rich and too gay To rot in the salt sea. 'Pull off, pull off thy silken stays, And deliver them unto me! Methinks they are too fine and gay To rot in the salt sea.' 'Pull off, pull off thy Holland smock, And deliver it unto me; Methinks it looks too rich and gay To rot in the salt sea.' 'If I must pull off my Holland smock, Pray turn thy back unto me, For it is not fitting that such a ruffian A woman unclad should see.' He turned his back towards her, And viewed the leaves so green; She catch'd him round the middle so small, And tumbled him into the stream. He dropped high, and he dropped low, Until he came to the tide,-- 'Catch hold of my hand, my pretty maiden, And I will make you my bride.' 'Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man, Lie there instead of me; Six pretty maidens have you drowned here, And the seventh has drowned thee.' She mounted on her milk-white steed, And led the dapple grey. She rode till she came to her father's hall, Three hours before it was day. _Old Ballad_ CXI _SPRING_ Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring; Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and the may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo. The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo. Spring, the sweet Spring. _T. Nash_ CXII _SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST_ There came a ghost to Margaret's door, With many a grievous groan, And a
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