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1 NONE Lord Thomas LORD Thomas he was a bold Forrester, / And a Chaser of the King's Deer Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 779 A Tragical BALLAD; / Or, The Unfortunate Love of Ld Thomas / and fair Ellinor / With the Downfal of the Brown Girl, A Tragical BALLAD; Or, The Unfortunate Love of Lord Thomas and fair Ellinor With the Downfal of the Brown Girl, A Tragical BALLAD; Or, The Unfortunate Love of Lord Thomas and fair Eleanor With the Downfall of the Brown Girl, ?-?

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LORD Thomas he was a bold Forrester, And a Ckaser of the King's Deer Fair Ellinor she was a fair Woman And Lord Thomas he loved her dear
Come riddle my Riddle, dear Mother he said And riddle us both as one; Whether I shall marry with fair Ellinor, And let the Brown Girl alone.
The Brown Girl she has got Houses and Lands And fair Ellinor she has got none; Therefore I charge You on my Blessing To bring me the Brown Girl home. And as it befel on a high Holliday, As many did more beside; Lord Thomas he went to fair Ellinor, That shou'd have been his Bride. But when he came to fair Ellinors Bower, He knocked there at the Ring; But who was so ready as fair Ellinor, For to let Lord Thomas in. What News, what News, Lord Thomas she said What News hast thou brought unto me I am come to bid thee to my Wedding And that is bad News for thee. O God forbid, Lord Thomas she said, That such a thing shou'd be done; I thought to have been the Bride my ownself And You to have been the Bridegroom Come riddle my Riddle, dear Mother she said, And riddle it all in one; Whether I shall go to Lord Thomas's Wedding, Or whether I shall tarry at home Tkere's many that are Your Friends Daughter, And many that are Your Foe; Therefore I charge You on my Blessing To Lord Thomas's Wedding don't go. There's many that are my Friends Mother If a thousand more were my Foe; Betide my Life, betide my Death, To Lord Thomas's Wedding I'll go. She cloathed herself in gallant Attire, And her merry Men all in Green;
And as they rid through every Town, They took her to have been a Queen. But when she came to Lord Thomas's Gate, she knocked there at the Ring; But who was so ready as Lord Thomas To let fair Ellinor in. [I]s this Your Bride fair Ellinor said, Methinks she looks wonderful wan; [Y]ou might have had as fair a Woman, As ever trod on the Ground. Despise her not, fair Ellin he said Despise her not unto me; For better I love thy Little Finger, Than all her whole Body. This Brown Bride had a Little Pen-knife That was both long and sharp; And betwixt the shors Ribs and the long Prickt fair Ellinor to the Heart O Christ now save thee, Lord Thomas he said Methinks thou look'st wondrous wan; Thou us'd for to look with as fresh a Colour As ever the Sun shin'd on O art thou blind, Lord Thomas, she said, Or can'st thou not very well see; Or dost thou not see my own Hearts Blood Run trickling down my Knee. Lord Thomas he had a Sword by his side, A[s] he walkt about the Hall, H[e] cut off his Brides Head from her Shoulders A[nd] threw it against the Wall. He set the Hilt against the Ground, And the Point against his Heart, There was never three Lovers that ever met More sooner they did part.