The story and song of Black Roderick . P. ^ 4S® Who let him through the gates of my stronger bolts have never been ? *Twas the father of the fair little ladyYon drove to her grave so green. And who let him pass through the court-yard,By loosening the bar and chain ? Oh, who but the brother of your mistressWho lies in the cold and the rain! Then who drew the bolts at the portalAnd into my house bade him go ? She, the mother of the poor little colleenWho lies in her youth so low. Who stands that he dare not enterThe door of my chamber between ? Oh, the ghost of the fair little ladyW
The story and song of Black Roderick . P. ^ 4S® Who let him through the gates of my stronger bolts have never been ? *Twas the father of the fair little ladyYon drove to her grave so green. And who let him pass through the court-yard,By loosening the bar and chain ? Oh, who but the brother of your mistressWho lies in the cold and the rain! Then who drew the bolts at the portalAnd into my house bade him go ? She, the mother of the poor little colleenWho lies in her youth so low. Who stands that he dare not enterThe door of my chamber between ? Oh, the ghost of the fair little ladyWho lies in the church-yard green. Now, when the evil one saw thespirit of the young bride at the door,her arms spread out in the form of across, he did not know what to had not Black Roderick, in hisjoy and desire, sprung from his bedon hearing the voice of his mistressbidding him fear not, all perchancehad gone well. 78 a^ j**?>^ But Roderick, sick and eager for^jthe sight of his bride, flung open thedoor, and was seized by t
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