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My Rose in robes of pearl and gold,
With diamonds rich and bright,
Shall dance the galliards of my love,
While I my foes do smite.
And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust
To be my love’s defence,
Be careful of my gallant Rose,
When I am parted hence.
And here withal he fetch'd a sigh,
As though his heart would break,
And Rosamond, for very grief,
Not one plain word could speak.
And at their parting well they might
In heart be grieved sore,
After that day fair Rosamond
The King did see no more.
For when his Grace passed 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,
Came from this famous flower.
But when that they had wounded him,
The Queen his thread did get,
And went where lady Rosamond
Was like an angel set.
But when the Queen with stedfast eyes
