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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346049" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord Thomas and Fair Annet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Thomas and fair Annet<br>Sat all day on a hill<br>When night was come and sun was set<br>They had not talked their fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Thomas said a word in haste<br>And Annet took it ill;<br>I winna wed a dowerless maid<br>Against my parents' will</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You're come of the rich, Thomas,<br>And I'm come of the poor<br>I'm o'er low to be your bride<br>And I winna be your whore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fair Annet, O fair Annet<br>This night you've said me no<br>But long or ever this day month<br>I'll make your heart right woe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come riddle my riddle dear mother, he said<br>Come riddle it all in one<br>Whether I will take fair Annet<br>Or bring the brown girl home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nut-brown maid has gold and gear<br>Fair Annet she has none<br>And the little beauty fair Annet has<br>O it will soon be gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sheep will die in cots, mother<br>And oxen die in byre<br>And what's this world's wealth to me<br>An I get not my heart's desire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where will I get a pretty little boy<br>That'll run my errands soon<br>That will run to fair Annet's bower<br>And bid her to my wedding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She mauna put on the black, the black<br>Nor yet the dowie brown<br>But the scarlet so red, and the kerchief so white<br>And her bonny locks hanging down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has called her maries to her bower<br>To lay gold in her hair<br>Where'er you put a plait before<br>See you lay ten times more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Annet was in her saddle set<br>She flamed against the fire<br>The girdle around her middle small<br>Was worth an earl's hire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horse fair Annet rode upon<br>He bounded like the wind<br>With silver he was shod before<br>With burning gold behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when she came into the kirk<br>She shimmered like the sun<br>The belt that was about her waist<br>Was all with pearls bedone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this your bride, Lord Thomas ? she said<br>I think she's wondrous brown<br>You might have had as fair a bride<br>As e'er the sun shined on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Despise her not fair Annet, he said<br>Despise her not now unto me<br>For better I love thy little finger<br>Than all her whole body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out and spoke the nut-brown bride<br>And she spoke out of spite<br>O where got you that rose-water<br>That washed your face so white ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O I did get the rose-water<br>Where you will ne'er get none<br>For I did get that rose-water<br>Into my mother's womb</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bride she drew a long bodkin<br>From out her gay headgear<br>And struck fair Annet to the heart<br>A deep wound and a sair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O art thou blind Lord Thomas, she said<br>Or do you not well see<br>O do you not see my own heart's blood<br>Run trinkling down my knee ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drew his dagger that was so sharp<br>That was so sharp and meet<br>And drove it into the nut-brown bride<br>That fell dead at his feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O dig my grave, Lord Thomas he said<br>Dig it both wide and deep<br>And lay fair Annet by my side<br>And the brown girl at my feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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Sat all day on a hill
When night was come and sun was set
They had not talked their fill.

Lord Thomas said a word in haste
And Annet took it ill;
I winna wed a dowerless maid
Against my parents' will

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