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6 THE ENCHANTED KING. |
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To young that cannot, and old that mannot, The blind that does not see. m
" Give maist to women in child-bed laid,
Can neither fecht nor flee : I hope she's in the heavens high,
That died for love of me."
The knights they wrang their white fingers, «s
The ladies tore their hair ; The women that ne'er had children born,
In swoon they down fell there.
But in what way the knight expir'd,
No tongue will e'er declare; ?o
So this doth end my mournful song, From me ye'll get nae mair. |
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