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And I'll be first in bower and hall,
And foremost in the ring;
And bards at each gay festival
My knightly feats shall sing.
I'll bear about the blazonry
Of arms, in gold and pearl,
And every precious gem shall be
The ransom of an earl.
I'll heap my board with costly plate
With this good sword of mine;
And crowds of vassals at my gate
Shall drain the purple wine.
Each knave shall with his fellow vie
In silks, and gauds, and furs;
These towers shall ring with mirth, when I
Have won my golden spurs.
