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Your beloved is a Knight,
Valerie,
Fair, and comely to the sight,
Valerie.

Courage flashes from his eye;
And his mien is grand and high—
And his spirit loathes a lie,
Valerie.

 

He is tender, and so true
Valerie;
(Who would not be, loved by you,
Valerie?)

And he's yours, yes; yours alone—
Yours in sorrow, grief, and moan
Yours when other love is flown,
Valerie.