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I had a sister, young Clifford said
A sister no man knows
She hath a color in her cheeks
Like a drop of blood in snow

She hath a waist, a waist, a waist
Like to my silver cane
I would not for ten thousand pounds
Have King Henry know her name

King Henry was his fair bower
Was Hidden close and still
And every word young Clifford spoke
He wrote down in a bill

The first fair line she looked on
She did begin to smile
The next fair line she looked on
The tear run down in eyes (2x)

Oh cursed be my brother Clifford
Oh cursed may he be
And he woulf dote on his hawks and hounds
But he must dote on me

I had a sister, young Clifford said
A sister no man knows
She hath a color in her cheeks
Like a drop of blood in snow

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