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Bonnie Lass of Anglesey There he sits and there he stands Alone and o what a frightened king is he Fifteen lords have all come down To dance and gain the victory Our king he keeps a good treasure And he keeps it locked with a silver key And fifteen lords have all come down To dance his gold and his lands away There he stands at the castle high And so loud, so loud, I heard him cry Go saddle your horse and bring to me The bonnie lass of Anglesey Some rode North and some rode South But some to the East they rode straightway Spied her there on the mountain high The bonnie lass of Anglesey Up she starts as white as the milk Between the king and all of his company Crying what is the prize I have to ask If I do gain the victory Fifteen plows, a house and a mill I will give to thee till the day thou dies The fairest knight in all my court To take your husband for to be Fifteen plows, a house, and a mill Come now, that's no prize for the victory And there is no knight in all your court That shall have me as a wife to be Up she starts as white as the milk She dances light as a leaf on the broken sea Fifteen lords all cried out loud For the bonnie lass of Anglesey She's taken fifteen, one by one Saying, sweet kind sir, will you dance with me But e'er it's ten o'clock at night They gave it o'er right shamefully But up and rose the fifteenth knight And o, what an angry man was he He laid aside his buckler and sword Before he strode so manfully He's danced high and he's danced low And he has danced the livelong day He swore, My feet will be my death Before she gains the victory O my feet shall be my death Before this lass shall gain the victory But e'er it's ten o'clock of the morn He gave it o'er right shamefully She's taken the king all by the hand Saying, Sweet kind sir, will you walk with me But e'er the king had gone one step She danced his gold and his lands away Saying fifteen plows, a house, and a mill Come now, that's no prize for the victory And away she's gone with his treasure The bonnie lass of Anglesey She's taken all their bucklers and swords She's taken their gold and their bright money And back to the mountains she's away The bonnie lass of Anglesey There's fifteen lords come a swaggering down To dance and gain the victory There's fifteen lords and one high king Go ragged and bare today Child #220 recorded by Cindy Mangsen and Carthy on Crown of Horn SOF
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