Child Ballads - Lyrics

1

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She got three drops boiling ,
And dropped them her :
'Oh alas, my daughter ,
'd my !'

2

She got three drops boiling ,
And dropped them her :
'Oh alas, my daughter ,
There no within!'

3

She got three drops boiling ,
And dropped them her toe:
'Oh alas, my daughter ,
To Scotland must !'
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4

'Give a cake the new made ,
And cup the new made ,
For your sake, Lord Thomas,' she said,
'I fasted those days .'

1	* * * * She got three drops of boiling lead, And dropped them on her hand: 'Oh and alas, my daughter dear, I'd rather all my land!'
2	She got three drops of boiling lead, And dropped them on her chin: 'Oh and alas, my daughter dear, There is no life within!'
3	She got three drops of boiling lead, And dropped them on her toe: 'Oh and alas, my daughter dear, To fair Scotland you must go!' * * * * *
4	'Give me a cake of the new made bread, And a cup of the new made wine, For for your sake, Lord Thomas,' she said, 'I fasted those days nine.'