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NOBLE SISTERS.
"Now did you mark a falcon,
Sister dear, sister dear,
Flying toward my window
In the morning cool and clear?
With jingling bells about her neck,
But what beneath her wing?
It may have been a ribbon,
Or it may have been a ring."—
"I marked a falcon swooping
At the break of day:
And for your love, my sister dove,
I 'frayed the thief away."—
Sister dear, sister dear,
Flying toward my window
In the morning cool and clear?
With jingling bells about her neck,
But what beneath her wing?
It may have been a ribbon,
Or it may have been a ring."—
"I marked a falcon swooping
At the break of day:
And for your love, my sister dove,
I 'frayed the thief away."—
