The maidens came when I was in my mother's bower.
I had all that I would.
The bailey beareth the bell away.
The silver is white, red is the gold.
The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the bell away.
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
How could I love and I so young.
The bailey beareth the bell away.
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