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I go to join a gallant band
I' the merry fields of France;
Thou shalt along—and once again
In tournay break a lance.
Now, out upon thy Ladye-Love,
Who's falser far than fair;
I'll show to thee a lovelier one
Whose favours thou shalt wear.
My own sweet sister—she shall weave
A scarf to grace her Knight,
And glad thee with her laughing eyes,—
Those eyes so blue and bright.
And if thou can'st e'en then be sad,
She'll take her harp, and sing,
And music for thy weighty woes
Shall make each one a wing.
And bid all sadness fly away—
Nay, I will have it so,
And forth at morning's early beam,
All bravely dight we go."
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Ere long, in battle's dread array
Fought bravely side by side
These Knights—alas! that e'er should hap
What did one eventide!
