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Title: Signelil Author: George Borrow [More Titles by Borrow] The Lady her handmaid to questioning took: "'Tis little wonder if sickly I'm growing, "Erewhile was thy cheek as the blooming rose red, "To conceal the truth longer 'tis vain to essay, "And if the young noble has led thee astray, "He gave to me shoes were gold spangled all o'er, "He gave to me also of silk a soft shift, "He gave me, Christ sain him! a gold ring so fine, "But what will avail thee his presents of price, "O, he to espouse me so often has vowed, "What will his vows help thee in secrecy spoke? "O, I on the gold harp will play me a tune, With her fingers so tapering she struck the first chord, The gallant young lord to his waiting-boy said: The bedside he stroked with so gentle an air: "O no, by the Saints, I will never do that, "Though thou ne'er hast placed thee upon my bedside, "My spouse thou shalt be, yea, my heart's beloved spouse, [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |