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+====== The Outlandish Knight ======
+An outlandish knight from the north lands came
+And he came a wooing me
+He promised he'd take me unto the northern lands
+And there he'd marry me
+"Come fetch me some of your father's gold
+And some of your mother's fee
+And two of the best horses in the stable
+Where there stand thirty and three"
+He mounted on the milk white steed
+And she on the dappled gray
+And they rode till they came to the salt water side
+An hour before the day
+"Light off, light off your steed," he said
+"And deliver it unto me
+For six pretty maidens I have drowned here
+And you the seventh shall be
+"Pull off, pull off thy silken gown,
+And deliver it unto me;
+Methinks it looks too rich and too gay
+To rot in the salt sea"
+"Pull off, pull off thy silken stays,
+And deliver it unto me;
+Methinks they are too fine and gay
+To rot in the salt sea"
+"Take off, take off your Holland smock
+And deliver it unto me
+For it is too fine and too rich a gear
+To rot with you under the sea"
+"If I must take off my Holland smock
+Then a turn your face from me
+For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
+A naked lady should see"
+So he's turned his face away from her
+To view the leaves so green
+And she's catched him by the middle so small
+And she's tumbled him into the stream
+Well he swam high and he swam low
+Till he came unto the side
+"Fetch hold of my hand you pretty fair maid
+And I will make you my bride"
+"Lie there, lie there you false hearted man
+Lie there instead of me
+For if six pretty maidens you have drowned there
+The seventh one hath drowned thee"
+She's mounted on the milk white steed
+And she's led the dappled gray
+And she's rode till she came to her own father's hall
+An hour before the day
+The parrot being up in the window so high
+And hearing the lady did say
+"I'm afraid some ruffian has led you astray
+That you've tarried so long away"
+"Don't prittle, don't prattle, my Pretty Polly
+Nor tell any tales on me
+And your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold
+And the doors of the best ivory"
+The king being sat in the window so high
+And hearing the parrot did say
+"What makes you cry out my Pretty Polly
+So long before the day"
+"It's no laughing matter," the parrot, he said
+"That makes me cry out to thee
+For the cat he climbed in the window so high
+And I feared he would harm me"
+"Well done, well done, my Pretty Polly
+You have tuned your notes well to me
+Now your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold
+And the doors of the best ivory"