The Outlandish Knight by Bellowhead

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Lady Margaret she sits in her bower sewing
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Ma-ba and the lilly ba
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When she saw the knight with his horn a-blowing
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On the very first morning of May

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Oh I wish that I had that horn I hear blowing
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Ma-ba and the lilly ba
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And that young knight to sleep here on my breast
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On the very first morning of May.

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Now the lady she had these words scarce spoke
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Ma-ba and a lilly ba
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When in at her window the knight come a jumping
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On the very first morning of May 

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Oh strange it is, oh strange young woman
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Ma-ba and the lilly ba
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I can scarce blow my horn since I hear you a-calling
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On the very first morning of May 

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Go fetch you gold from your father’s table
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Deliver it unto me
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And the fastest horses in your father’s stable
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Where there sat thirty and three

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So he’s mounted him on the black black horse
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And she’s rode the dapple grey
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And they rode til they came to the broad sea-shore
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Just three hours before it was day

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Lie down, lie down off your horse he says
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And deliver it up to me
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For it’s six pretty maids I have drowned here
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And the seventh one you shall be

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Take off, take off all your clothes he said
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And deliver them unto me
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For they are far too fine and costly robes
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For to rot in the salt of the sea

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Lie down, lie down off your horse she said
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And turn your back unto me
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For it’s not fitting that any gentleman
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A naked lady should see

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So he’s lighted him down off his horse so high
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And he’s turned onto she
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And she’s catched around the middle so small
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And she’s tumbled him all down in the sea

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Sometimes he sank, sometimes he swam
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And it’s ma-ba and the lilly ba
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Oh help, oh help me pretty mistress
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Or drowned I shall be

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Lie there lie there oh you false young man
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Lie there instead of me
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For it’s six pretty maids you have drowned there
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And the seventh one has drowned thee

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So she’s mounted her on the black black horse
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And she’s led the dapple grey
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And she rode til she came to her father’s house
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An hour before it was day

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A parrot sitting up at her window side
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It’s ma-ba and the lilly ba
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Oh where have you been my pretty mistress
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An hour before it is day

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Don’t you prattle don’t you prattle my pretty polly
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Don’t you tell the tales on me
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And your cage shall be made of the best glittering gold
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And your perch of the best ivory

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But her father sitting up at his window side
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On hearing the parrot he did say
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Oh what is the matter my pretty polly
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That you cry so long before day?

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Oh there come a cat to my window side
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And it’s ma-ba and the lilly ba
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And I was calling my pretty mistress
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Just to frighten that pussy cat away


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