%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An Excellent SONG, / CALL'D / The Frighted French, / OR, / Russel Scouring the Seas. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/28/2021 36783

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R227626 RUssel on the Ocean, / Minding Turvil[']s Motion, Sound the Trumpet beat the Drum while the French do run, Still before us. / Sound the Trumpet, &c. / Sound the Trumpet &c. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 58 An Excellent SONG, / CALL'D / The Frighted French, / OR, / Russel Scouring the Seas. An Excellent SONG, CALLED The Frighted French, OR, Russel Scouring the Seas. Printer T. Moore ?-? T. Moore

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LOrd Thomas he was a bold forrester, and a chaser of the King's deer; Fair Ellinor was a fair woman, and Lord Thomas he lov'd her dear. Come riddle my ridd[l]e, 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, bring me the Brown Girl home.
And as it befel on a high holiday, as many did more beside, Lord Thomas he went to Fair Ellinor, that should 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 to thee.
Oh!! God forbid, Lord Thomas, she said, that such a thing shou'd be done; I thought to have been thy bride my ownself, and you to have been the bridgroom. Come riddle my riddle, dear Mother, she said, and riddle it all in one, Whether I shall go to Lord Thomass wedding, or whether I shall tarry at home? There's many that are your friends, daughter, and many that are your foe; Therefore I charge you on my blessing, to Lord Thomass 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 Thomass wedding I'll go. She cloathed herself in gallant attire, and her merry men all in green; And as they rid thorough every town, they took her to have been a queen. But when she came to Lord Thomass gate, she knocked there at the ring; But who was so ready as Lord Thomas, to let Fair Ellinor in. Is this your bride? Fair Ellin she said, methinks she looks wondrous brown: Thou might'st have had as fair a woman as ever trod on the ground.
Despise her not, Fair Ellin, he said, despise her not now unto me: For better I love thy little-finger, then all her whole body. This brown bride had a little pen-knife, that was both long and sharp, And betwixt the short ribs and the long prick'd Fair Ellinor to the heart. Oh! 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. Oh art thou blind! Lord Thomas, she said, or canst thou not very well see? Oh! dost thou not see my own heart's blood runs trickling down my knee? Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side, as he walkt about the hall, He cut off his bride's head from her shoulders, and he threw it against the wall. He set the hilt against the ground, and the paint against his heart; There was never three lovers that ever met, more sooner they did depart.
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