These are the lyrics I could write down.I've put the brackets when I'm not sure of the words. There can be more mistakes I'm not aware of, English being not my mother language. Can you please help me correct and complete this text? Thank you. Roberto Well, an outlandish knight from the northern lands came He came wooing of me He told me he'd take me up to the north lands There he would marry me Go fetch me some of your father's gold Some of your mother's fee And two of the best of your father's horses (There stands) thirty and three She's fetched him some of her father's gold Some of her mother's fee And two of the best of her father's horses There stands thirty and three Then she's mounted on her milk-white steed He's rode the dapple grey They rode till they came to the broad riverside Three hours before it was day Light down, light down my pretty fair maid Light down, light down, cried he Six pretty maidens I've drowned here And the seventh one you shall be Pull off, pull off your silken gown Deliver it over to me For it is too fine and much too fair To rotten (in) salt water sea Go get me a sickle to crop off the thistle That grows beneath the brim It will not mingle with my curly locks Or (…) skin He's got the sickle to crop off the thistle That grows beneath the brim She's caught him round by the middle so small Tumbled him into the stream Sometimes he sank, sometimes he swam Down to the bank came he Oh help me, oh help me, my pretty fair maid Or drowned I shall be Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man Lie there instead of me Six pretty maidens you've drowned there And the seventh one has drowned thee She's mounted on her milk-white steed And led the dapple grey She rode till she came to her father's door An hour before it was day But the parrot was up in his window so high On hearing the lady, he did say I was afraid that a ruffian had done you harm You've tarried so long before day Don't prittle, don't prattle, my pretty Polly Don't tell no tales of me Your cage shall be made of the glistening gold And your perch of the best ivory But her father was up in the bedroom so high Hearing the parrot, did say What is the matter, my pretty Polly You've cried so long before day? Oh, there came an old cat in my window high To take my life away And I was just calling my young mistress To scare that old pussy away
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