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Her saddle it was of roelle-bone[7];
Full seemly was that sight to see!
Stiffly set with precious stone
And compast all with crapotee[8]--
Stones of Orient great plenty; 25
Her hair about her head it hang;
She rode over that longe lea;
A while she blew, another she sang.
Her girths of noble silk they were;
The buckles were of beryl-stone; 30
Her stirrups were of crystal clear,
And all with pearl overbegone[9];
Her paytrell[10] was of iral-stone;
Her crupper was of orphare[11];
And as clear gold her bridle shone; 35
On either side hang belles three.
She led three grew-hounds in a leash,
And seven raches[12] by her they ran;
She bare an horn about her halse[13],
And under/her belt full many a flane[14]. 40
Thomas lay and saw that sight
Underneath a seemly tree.
He said "Yon is Mary most of might,[15]
That bare that child that died for me.
But-if[16] I speak with yon lady bright, 45
I hope my heart will break in three!
Now shall I go with all my might
Her for to meet at Eildon tree[17]."
Thomas rathely[18] up he rase,
And he ran over that mountain high; 50
If it be as the story says,
Her he met at Eildon tree.
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