Lazma Thea stole a stallion
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Stole him from the misty mountains
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And they chased him and they found him
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And in iron chains they bound him

Word was sent to Anna Thea
That her brother was in prison
Bring me gold and six fine horses
I will buy my brother's freedom

Judge, o judge, please spare my brother
Do not hang him from the gallows
I don't want your gold and silver
All I want are your sweet favors

Anna Thea, o my sister,
Are you mad with grief and sorrow
He will rob you of your flower
And he'll hang me on the gallows

Anna Thea did not heed him
Straightway to the judge went running
In his golden bed at midnight
There she heard the gallows groaning

Cursed be the judge so cruel
Thirteen years may he lie bleeding
Thirteen doctors cannot cure him
Thirteen shelves of drugs not heal him

Anna Thea, Anna Thea
Do not go into the forest
There beneath the green trees standing
You will find your brother hanging

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