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THE WITCH'S BALLAD.
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And on the provost's brave ridge-tile,On the provost's grand ridge-tile,The Blackamoor first to master meI saw, I saw that winsome smile,The mouth that did my heart beguile,And spoke the great Word over me,In the land beyond the sea.
I called his name, I called aloud,Alas! I called on him aloud;And then he filled his hand with stour,And threw it towards me in the air;My mouse flew out, I lost my pow'r!
My lusty strength, my power, were gone;Power was gone, and all was gone.He will not let me love him more!Of bell and whip and horse's tailHe cares not if I find a store.
But I am proud if he is fierce!I am as proud as he is fierce;I'll turn about and backward go,If I meet again that Blackamoor,And he'll help us then, for he shall knowI seek another paramour.
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