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There was a knight, and a lady bright and three little babes had she. She sent them away, to a far country, to learn their gramarye. They hadn't been gone but a very short time, about three months and a day, when the lark spread o'er this whole wide world and taken those babes away. It was on a cold, cold Christmas night when everything was still ahe saw her three little babes come running, come running down the hill. She spread them a table of bread and wine, that they might drink and eat; she spread them a bed of winding sheet, that they might sleep so sweet. "Take it off, take it off," cried the eldest one; "take it off, take it off," cried she, "for I shan't stay here, in this wicked world when there's a better one for me." "Cold clods, cold clods, inside my bed, cold clods, down at my feet - the tears my dear mother shed for me would wet my winding sheet." |