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Before he had lost such a dutiful son;
But now I am sorry for what I have done.
Be sorry, says Katty, I value you not,
There is young men enough in this world for to get.
But surely the man must be at his last prayers.
Who would marry a wife for the sake of a mare.
The price thereof it was not very great,
So fare you well, Roger, go mourn for your Kate.
The BUNCH of GREEN RIBBONS.
ONCE I had a true love, but now I have none,
Since I cannot gain him, since I cannot gain him,
Since I cannot gain him, I'll never have none.
O where shall I wander, O where shall I run,
For daily I’m striving, for daily I’m striving.
For daily I’m striving, his sorrows to shun.
Whatever befalls me, I'll patiently take,
I’ll think it an honour, I’ll count it an honour,
I'll think it an honour to die for his sake.
One night in sweet slumber, I dream’d I did see
My own lovely jewel, my own dearest jewel,
My own lovely jewel sit smiling by me,
Saying, return my dear jewel, your heart do not break,
For I have gold plenty, for I have gold plenty,
For I have gold plenty, and this you may take.
But if he denies me, I’ll travel to Spain,
Where on shipboard I’ll enter, my life I will venture
And never return to Old England again.
