Fair Rosamund - The Unthanks

I have a sister young Clifford he said

A sister no man of knows

She hath a color a in her cheek

Like drops of blood in snow

She hath a waist a waist a waist

Like to my silver cane

I would not for ten thousand pangs

Have King Henry know her name

King Henry in his by bower

Was hidden close close and still

And every word that young Clifford said

He wrote down in a bill

Now the first fair line she looked up on

She did begin to smile

And the next fair line she looked up on

That tears rang daring lie

Oh Cursed be my brother Clifford

Oh cursed may he be

If he would dote on his hawks and hounds

But he must dote on me

I have a sister young Clifford he said

A sister no man of knows

She hath a color a in her cheek

Like drops of blood in snow

Like drops of blood in snow