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Sir Ulric back from the chase has come,
And sounds the horn at his castel-home.
And sounds the horn at his castel-home.
Or ever he drew his bridle-rein,
He saw the dial split in twain;
He saw the dial split in twain;
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The bonny blithe bird was stark and dead,
And the lithe little page hung down his head.
And the lithe little page hung down his head.
The lithe little page hung down his head;
Wild winds whistle and snow is come;
“O where, Sir Page, has my lady fled?”
Hither and thither the birds fly home.
Wild winds whistle and snow is come;
“O where, Sir Page, has my lady fled?”
Hither and thither the birds fly home.
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