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With eyes as bright as amber,
she did upon me gaze;
Her cherry cheeks, and ruby lips,
they lost their former dye,
So she fell into my arms
all on the mountains high.
But when I kiss'd her once or twice,
she then came to again,
And said, kind sir be civil,
and tell me what’s your name.
If you’ll go to yonder forest,
my castle there you'll find,
Well wrote in ancient history,
my name is Ormordine.
He says my pretty fair maid,
don’t let your parents know,
Perhaps they’ll prove my ruin,
and my sad overthrow.
So if you come to look for me,
perhaps you may me find,
I will be in my castle,
and call for Ormordine.
