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THE WEIRD LADY.
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iii.Mary Mother she stooped from heaven;She wakened Earl Harold out of his sweven, To don his harness on;And over the land and over the seaHe wended abroad to his own countrie, A weary way to gon.
iv.O but his beard was white with eld, O but his hair was gray;He stumbled on by stock and stone,And as he journeyed he made his moan Along that weary way.
v.Earl Harold came to his castle wall; The gate was burnt with fire;Roof and rafter were fallen down,The folk were strangers all in the town, And strangers all in the shire.
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