Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

An Extensive Investigation Into The Sources And Inspiration Of National Folk Song

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The princess saw his blooming face, And smiled on him with loving eye ;
The King was told the shameful thing, And swore the daring page should die
He cast him in a dungeon cell, Within a tower great and strong.
While waiting there the fatal day, A huntsman chanced to pass along.
He saw Dom Pedro, as he passed.
" Cousin, what do you there ? " said he. The prisoner answered through the grate, i "I'm destined for the gallows tree.
" To-morrow morn I 'm doomed to die, And to the ravens shall be fed, All for a simple word of love That to the princess I had said."
The huntsman to the marquise goes, " I bring you news of woe and scorn,
Dom Pedro is condemned to die,
As sure as comes to-morrow's morn."
The marquise mounted a fleet steed, And all her servants followed on,
Their mantles hung upon their arms, They had not time their cloaks to don.
" What do you in a prison cell ? "
" I 'm doomed to the black gallows tree, Because I kissed with love words light The royal maid, who smiled on me."
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