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Down o'er the isle in torrents fell / On a Thursday morn the rain; / To fetch his bride now forth shall ride / Sir Tygge Hermandsen.
Sir Tygge out of the window look'd, / The brooks ran boisterously; / "To ride out now would bring me woe, / So dear no bride I'll buy.