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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>May Colven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">False Sir John a wooing came<br>To a maid of beauty fair;<br>May Colven was this lady's name,<br>Her father's only heir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wood her butt, he wood her ben,<br>He wood her in the ha,<br>Until he got this lady's consent<br>To mount and ride awa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went down to her father's bower,<br>Where all the steeds did stand,<br>And he's taken one of the best steeds<br>That was in her father's land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's got on and she's got on,<br>As fast as they could flee,<br>Until they came to a lonesome part,<br>A rock by the side of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Loup off the steed,' says false Sir John,<br>'Your bridal bed you see;<br>For I have drowned seven young ladies,<br>The eighth one you shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cast off, cast off, my May Colven,<br>All and your silken gown,<br>For it's oer good and oer costly<br>To rot in the salt sea foam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cast off, cast off, my May Colven.<br>All and your embroiderd shoen,<br>For oer good and oer costly<br>To rot in the salt sea foam.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O turn you about, O false Sir John,<br>And look to the leaf of the tree,<br>For it never became a gentleman<br>A naked woman to see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turned himself straight round about,<br>To look to the leaf of the tree,<br>So swift as May Colven was<br>To throw him in the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O help, O help, my May Colven,<br>O help, or else I'll drown;<br>I'll take you home to your father's bower,<br>And set you down safe and sound.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No help, no help, O false Sir John,<br>No help, nor pity thee;<br>Tho' seven kings' daughters you have drownd,<br>But the eighth shall not be me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she went on her father's steed,<br>As swift as she could flee,<br>And she came home to her father's bower<br>Before it was break of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then and spoke the pretty parrot:<br>'May Colven, where have you been?<br>What has become of false Sir John,<br>That woo'd you so late the streen?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He woo'd you butt, he woo'd you ben,<br>He woo'd you in the ha,<br>Until he got your own consent<br>For to mount and gang awa.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O hold your tongue, my pretty parrot,<br>Lay not the blame upon me;<br>Your cup shall be of the flowered gold,<br>Your cage of the root of the tree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then spake the king himself,<br>In the bed-chamber where he lay:<br>'What ails the pretty parrot,<br>That prattles so long or day?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There came a cat to my cage door,<br>It almost a worried me,<br>And I was calling on May Colven<br>To take the cat from me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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To a maid of beauty fair;
May Colven was this lady's name,
Her father's only heir.

He wood her butt, he wood her ben,
He wood her in the ha,
Until he got this lady's consent
To mount and ride awa.

He went down to her..."></div>
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