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'I rode to death for I fought for shame	A
The Lady Maurine of noble name	A
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'The fair and faithless Though life be long	B
Is love the wiser Love made song	B
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'Of all my life and the soul that crept	C
Before arose like a star and leapt	C
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'Still leaps with the love that it found untrue	D
That it found unworthy Now run me through	D
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'Yea run me through for meet and well	E
And a jest for laughter of fiends in hell	E
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'It is that I who have done no wrong	B
Should die by the hand of Hugh the Strong	B
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'Of Hugh her leman What else could be	F
When the devil was judge twixt thee and me	F
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'He splintered my lance and my blade he broke	G
Now finish me thou 'neath the trysting oak '	-
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The crest of his foeman a heart of white	H
In a bath of fire stooped i' the night	H
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Stooped and laughed as his sword he swung	I
Then galloped away with a laugh on his tongue	I
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But who is she in the gray wet dawn	J
'Mid the autumn shades like a shadow wan	K
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Who kneels one hand on her straining breast	L
One hand on the dead man's bosom pressed	L
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Her face is dim as the dead's as cold	M
As his tarnished harness of steel and gold	M
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O Lady Maurine O Lady Maurine	F
What boots it now that regret is keen	N
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That his hair you smooth that you kiss his brow	O
What boots it now what boots it now	O
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She has haled him under the trysting oak	G
The huge old oak that the creepers cloak	G
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She has stood him gaunt in his battered arms	P
In its haunted hollow 'Be safe from storms '	-
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She laughed as his cloven casque she placed	Q
On his brow and his riven shield she braced	Q
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Then sat and talked to the forest flowers	R
Through the lonely term of the day's pale hours	R
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And stared and whispered and smiled and wept	C
While nearer and nearer the evening crept	C
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And lo when the moon like a great gold bloom	S
Above the sorrowful trees did loom	S
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She rose up sobbing 'O moon come see	F
My bridegroom here in the old oak tree	F
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'I have talked to the flowers all day all day	T
For never a word had he to say	T
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'He would not listen he would not hear	U
Though I wailed my longing into his ear	U
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'O moon steal in where he stands so grim	V
And tell him I love him and plead with him	V
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'Soften his face that is cold and stern	W
And brighten his eyes and make them burn	W
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'O moon O moon so my soul can see	F
That his heart still glows with love for me '	-
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When the moon was set and the woods were dark	X
The wild deer came and stood as stark	X
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As phantoms with eyes of fire or fled	Y
Like a ghostly hunt of the herded dead	Y
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And the hoot owl called and the were wolf snarled	Z
And a voice in the boughs of the oak tree gnarled	A2
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Like the whining rush of the hags that ride	B2
To the witches' sabboth crooned and cried	B2
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And wrapped in his mantle of wind and cloud	C2
The storm fiend stalked through the forest loud	C2
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When she heard the dead man rattle and groan	D2
As the oak was bent and its leaves were blown	D2
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And the lightning vanished and shimmered his mail	E2
Through the swirling sweep of the rain and hail	E2
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She seemed to hear him who seemed to call	F2
'Come hither Maurine the wild leaves fall	F2
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'The wild leaves rustle the wild leaves flee	F
Come hither Maurine to the hollow tree	F
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'To the trysting tree to the tree once green	N
Come hither Maurine come hither Maurine '	-
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They found her closed in his armored arms	P
Had he claimed his bride on that night of storms	G2

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