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A NEW FOREST BALLAD.
i.OH she tripped over Ocknell plain, And down by Bradley Water;And the fairest maid on the forest side Was Jane, the keeper's daughter.
ii.She went and went through the broad grey lawns As down the red sun sank,And chill as the scent of a new-made grave The mist smelt cold and dank.
iii.'A token, a token!' that fair maid cried, 'A token that bodes me sorrow;For they that smell the grave by night Will see the corpse to-morrow.
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