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Date Added: September 30, 2006 02:09:57 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Outlandish Knight.
An outlandish knight, all from the north lands
A-wooing came to me
He said he would take me to the north lands
And there he would marry me
 
 
Go, fetch me some of your father's gold
And some of your mother's fee
And two of the best nags out of the stable
Where there stand thirty and three
 
She fetched him some of her father's gold
And some of her mother's fee
And two of the best nags out of the stable
Where there stood thirty and three
 
And then she mounted her milk - white steed
And he the dapple grey
And they rode until they came to the sea-shore
Three hours before it was day
 
Get off, get off thy milk-white steed
And deliver it unto me
For six pretty maids I have drowned here
And the seventh you shall be
 
Take off, take off, thy silken gown
And deliver it unto me
For I think it to rich and to good
To rot in the salty sea
 
If I must take off silken gown
Pray turn thy back to me
For I think it not fitting, a ruffian like you
A naked woman should see
 
He turned his back towards her
To view the leaves so green
And she took hold of his middle so small
And tumbled him into the stream
 
And he sank high and he sank low
Untill he came to the side
Take hold of my hand, my pretty lady
And I will make you my bride
 
Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man
Lie there instead of me
For six pretty maids hast thou drowned here
And the seventh hath drowned thee
 
So then she mounted the milk-white steed
And led the dapple grey
And she rode till she came to her own father's door
An hour before it was day.
Author's Notes:
I have re-produced this from a wonderful book by Flora Thomson entitled " Lark Rise To Candleford " first published in 1939, Its a true account of her life in an English village in the 1800's
before machines changed the country way of life forever, this Ballad come poem, was sang by an 83 year old man and was reported as being sang by his grandfather and his grandfather before him, So its very old and no one knows the author of it, so I decided to give it an airing, if you get the chance then try reading the book its truely a beautiful book.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeAngel on October 13, 2006 05:34:24 PM Report
Sounds enthralling what a beautiful write

 

Love Angelxxx

Comment By: FreeGlata on October 10, 2006 09:19:36 AM Report
Talk about poetic justice!

Loved this! And now I want to read the entire story...

Great job

Hugs...Glata

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on October 1, 2006 06:49:11 PM Report
Great bit of historical loveliness, Graham...You put me in the time period, foresooth...:O)..len
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 30, 2006 12:04:58 PM Report
Sir Graham, Oh... I must get this book I will order it..hope I can find it?? Thank you for such a great story..Tell Womble I said hello.. hope he is all well now?? Hugs ~ Scarlett




 


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