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Following Avon's crystal path |
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I pass'd by Warwick by chance |
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Where I came across a mansion |
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Standing gauntly on a low bluff... |
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I found a cave and lay to rest |
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And at once dreams eerie came |
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As whispered by voices past |
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To sing me the song of a knight forlorn... |
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He was brave and he was bold |
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He was in love with the daughter of his lord |
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She would not have him, she would not care |
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So he went afar to win her hand... |
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Germania's rose he set free |
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And put Saracens to the sword; |
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He laid low monstrous beasts |
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Yet love he did not win... |
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He faced the Danes |
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And saved the day - |
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King Athelstan |
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Did praise his name... |
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But bereft of love |
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He turned to God |
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And shut himself |
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Away from men... |
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Then I awoke and realized |
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I had slept in his death-bed... |
