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Be calm, fair maid, the knight replied,
thou art too young to die;
But go with me, and be my bride,
and leave the old to sigh.
But still she cried, Oh ⟨stay⟩ my love,
my true love, stay for me;
Stay till I've deck'd my bridal bed,
and I will follow thee.
Oh leave, he cry'd, this grief so cold,
and leave this dread despair,
And thou shalt flaunt in robes of gold,
a lady rich and fair.
Thou shalt have halls and castles fair,
and when, sweet maid, we wed,
Oh thou shalt have much costly gear,
to deck thy bridal bed.
Oh hold thy peace, thou cruel knight,
nor urge me to despair;
With thee my troth I will not plight,
⟨for all⟩ thy proffers fair:
But I will die with my own true love—
my true love, stay for me;
Stay till I've deckt my bridal bed,
and I will follow thee.
Thy halls and castles I despise,
this turf is all I crave:
For all my hopes and all my joys,
lie buried in this grave:
