Earl Brand
1.
" Rise up, you seven bretherens,
And bring your sister down;
It shall never be said that a steward's son
Had taken her out of town. "
2.
" I thank you kindly, sir, " he says;
" I am no steward's son,
My father is of a regis king,
My mother's a quaker's queen. "
3.
He mound her on a milk-white steed,
He rode the dapple gray,
He swung a bugle horn all round about his neck,
And so went blowing away.
4.
He had not got three mile of town
Till he looked back again,
And saw her father and seven bretherens
Come tripling over the plain.
5.
" Sit you down, fair Ellender, " he said;
" And hold this steed by the rein,
Till I play awhile with your father
And your seven bretherens. "
6.
Fair Ellender she sat still;
It wasn't long till she saw
Her own dear seven bretherens
All wallowing in their blood.
7.
Fair Ellender she sat still;
She never changed a note,
Till she saw her own dear fathere's head
Come tumbling by her foot.
8.
Saying, " Love runs free in every vein
But father you have no more;
If you're not satisfied with this,
I wish you were in your mother's chamber
And me in some house or room. "
9.
" If I was in my mother's chamber,
You'd be welcome there;
I'll wind you east, I'll wind you west,
I'll wind along with you. "
10.
He mound her on a milk-white steed,
He rode the dapple gray,
He swung a bugle all round about his neck,
And so went bleeding away.
11.
As he rode up to his father's gate,
He tinkled at the ring,
Saying, " O dear father, asleep or awake,
Arise and let me in. "
12.
" O sister, sister! make my bed;
My wounds are very sore. "
Saying, " O dear mother! oh, bind up my head,
For me you'll bind no more. "
13.
It was about three hours till day
The cocks began to crow;
From every wound that he received
His heart blood began to flow.
14.
Sweet William he died like it might be to-day
Fair Ellender to-morrow;
Sweet William died for the wounds he received;
Fair Ellen died for sorrow.
15.
Fair Ellender was buried by the church door;
Sweet William was buried by her;
And out of her breast sprung a blood red rose,
And out of his a briar.
16.
They growed, they growed to the top of the church,
Till they could grow no higher,
And there they tied a true lover's knot,
And the rose ran round the briar.
" Rise up, you seven bretherens,
And bring your sister down;
It shall never be said that a steward's son
Had taken her out of town. "
2.
" I thank you kindly, sir, " he says;
" I am no steward's son,
My father is of a regis king,
My mother's a quaker's queen. "
3.
He mound her on a milk-white steed,
He rode the dapple gray,
He swung a bugle horn all round about his neck,
And so went blowing away.
4.
He had not got three mile of town
Till he looked back again,
And saw her father and seven bretherens
Come tripling over the plain.
5.
" Sit you down, fair Ellender, " he said;
" And hold this steed by the rein,
Till I play awhile with your father
And your seven bretherens. "
6.
Fair Ellender she sat still;
It wasn't long till she saw
Her own dear seven bretherens
All wallowing in their blood.
7.
Fair Ellender she sat still;
She never changed a note,
Till she saw her own dear fathere's head
Come tumbling by her foot.
8.
Saying, " Love runs free in every vein
But father you have no more;
If you're not satisfied with this,
I wish you were in your mother's chamber
And me in some house or room. "
9.
" If I was in my mother's chamber,
You'd be welcome there;
I'll wind you east, I'll wind you west,
I'll wind along with you. "
10.
He mound her on a milk-white steed,
He rode the dapple gray,
He swung a bugle all round about his neck,
And so went bleeding away.
11.
As he rode up to his father's gate,
He tinkled at the ring,
Saying, " O dear father, asleep or awake,
Arise and let me in. "
12.
" O sister, sister! make my bed;
My wounds are very sore. "
Saying, " O dear mother! oh, bind up my head,
For me you'll bind no more. "
13.
It was about three hours till day
The cocks began to crow;
From every wound that he received
His heart blood began to flow.
14.
Sweet William he died like it might be to-day
Fair Ellender to-morrow;
Sweet William died for the wounds he received;
Fair Ellen died for sorrow.
15.
Fair Ellender was buried by the church door;
Sweet William was buried by her;
And out of her breast sprung a blood red rose,
And out of his a briar.
16.
They growed, they growed to the top of the church,
Till they could grow no higher,
And there they tied a true lover's knot,
And the rose ran round the briar.
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