Rosalind.
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"Rest, Lord Heron, in Alice's arms,
She is a lady of high degree;
Rosalind had but a peasant's charms,
Ye bad rued the day ye wedded me!"
She is a lady of high degree;
Rosalind had but a peasant's charms,
Ye bad rued the day ye wedded me!"
Lord Heron he dwells in the castle high,
Rosalind sleeps on the moors below.
He loved, to live; and she loved, to die;
Which loved truest, the angels know!
Rosalind sleeps on the moors below.
He loved, to live; and she loved, to die;
Which loved truest, the angels know!
