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And at their parting, well they might,
In heart be grieved sore.
After that day, fair Rosamond,
The king did ne’er see more,
For when his grace pass’d the seas,
And into France was gone,
Queen Eleanor with envious heart,
To Woodstock came anon,
And forth she calls the trusty knight,
Who kept this curious bower,
And with a clue of twisted thread,
Come from this famous flower.
But when they had wounded him,
The queen his thread did get,
And went were Lady Rosamond,
Was like a lady set.
But when the queen with stedfast eyes,
Beheld her lovely face,
She was amazed in her mind,
At such exceeding grace.
Cast off said she these fine wrought robes,
That rich and costly be.
And drink you up this deadly draught,
Which I have brought to thee.
But presently upon her knees,
Fair Rosamond did fall,
And pardon of the queen she cried
For her offences all
Take pity on my youthful years
Fair Rosamond did say
And let me not with poison strong.
