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VILLAGES ON THE PLAIN              125
She mounted on her milk-white steed
And he on the dapple grey ;
They rode till they came to a fair river's side,
Six hours before it was day.
'Dismount, dismount thy milk-white steed, And deliver it unto me ; For six pretty maidens I've drowned here, And thou the seventh shall be.'
'Pull off, pull off thy silken clothes And deliver them unto me, For 'tis not fitten such silken clothes Should rot all in the sea.'
' If I must pull off my silken clothes, Pray turn thy back from me ; For 'tis not meet such a ruffian as thou A naked maiden should see.'
He turned his back unto her,
And viewed the leaves so green ;
She took him round the middle so small,
And tumbled him into the stream.
He dawled high, and he dawled low, Until he came to the side ; 'Take hold of my hand, my pretty Pollee, And thou shalt be my bride.'
'Sir, lie thou there, false-hearted man,
Sir, lie there instead of me ;
For six pretty maidens you've drowned there,
The seventh has drowned thee!"
She mounted on her milk-white steed And led the dapple-grey ; She rode till she came to her father's hall Three hours before it was day.
The parrot being in the window so high, And seeing the lady did sayŚ ' What ails you, what ails you, my pretty ladie, That you travel so long before day ?'
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