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e heed_, _Ne'er enter the house of Sir Samsing_, _I rede_. "_Sir Samsing possesses two nightingales_ _Who tell of the Ladies such wondrous tales_. "_With their voices of harmony they can declare_ _Whether maiden or none has fallen to his share_." _The chariot they stopped in the green wood shade_, _An exchange_ '_twixt them of their clothes they made_. _They change of their dress whatever they please_, _Their faces they cannot exchange with ease_. _To Sir Samsung's house the bride they conveyed_, _Of the ruddy gold no spare was made_. _On the bridal throne the bride they plac'd_, _They skinked the mead for the bride to taste_. _Then said from his place the court buffoon_: "_Methinks thou art Ingefred_, _not Gudrune_." _From off her hand a gold ring she took_, _Which she gave the buffoon with entreating look_. _Said he_: "_I'm an oaf_, _and have drunk too hard_, _To words of mine pay no regard_." '_Twas deep at night_, _and down fell the mist_, _To her bed the young bride they assist_. _Sir Samsing spoke to his nightingales twain_: "_Before my young bride sing now a strain_. "_A song now sing which shall avouch_ _Whether I've a maiden or none in my couch_." "_A maid's in the bed_, _that's certain and sure_, _Gudrune is standing yet on the floor_." "_Proud Ingefred_, _straight from my couch retire_! _Gudrune come hither_, _or dread my ire_! "_Now tell me_, _Gudrune_, _with open heart_, _What made thee from thy bed depart_?" "_My father_, _alas_! _dwelt near the strand_, _When war and bloodshed filled the land_. "_Full eight there were broke into my bower_, _One only ravished my virgin flower_." _Upon her fair cheek he gave a kiss_: "_My dearest_, _my dearest_, _all sorrow dismiss_; "_My swains they were that broke into thy bower_, '_Twas I that gathered thy virgin flower_." _Fair Ingefred gained_, _because bride she had been_, _One of the King's knights of handsome mien_. There is a copy of _Child Maidelvold and Other Ballads_ in the Library of the British Museum. The Press-mark is C. 44. d. 38. [Picture: Manuscript of Child Maidelvold] [Picture: Manuscript of Ingefred and Gudrune] (39) [ERMELINE: 1913] Ermeline / A Ballad / By / George Borrow / London: / Printed f
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