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I	A
O will you hear a knightly tale of old Bohemian day	B
It was the noble Moringer in wedlock bed he lay	B
He halsed and kiss'd his dearest dame that was as sweet as May	B
And said 'Now lady of my heart attend the words I say	B
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II	A
''Tis I have vow'd a pilgrimage unto a distant shrine	C
And I must seek Saint Thomas land and leave the land that's mine	C
Here shalt thou dwell the while in state so thou wilt pledge thy fay	B
That thou for my return wilt wait seven twelvemonths and a day '	-
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III	A
Then out and spoke that Lady bright sore troubled in her cheer	D
'Now tell me true thou noble knight what order takest thou here	E
And who shall lead thy vassal band and hold thy lordly sway	B
And be thy lady's guardian true when thou art far away '	-
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IV	B
Out spoke the noble Moringer 'Of that have thou no care	F
There's many a valiant gentleman of me holds living fair	F
The trustiest shall rule my land my vassals and my state	G
And be a guardian tried and true to thee my lovely mate	G
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V	B
'As Christian man I needs must keep the vow which I have plight	H
When I am far in foreign land remember thy true knight	H
And cease my dearest dame to grieve for vain were sorrow now	I
But grant thy Moringer his leave since God hath heard his vow '	-
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VI	B
It was the noble Moringer from bed he made him boune	I
And met him there his Chamberlain with ewer and with gown	I
He flung the mantle on his back 'twas furr'd with miniver	F
He dipp'd his hand in water cold and bathed his forehead fair	F
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VII	B
'Now hear ' he said 'Sir Chamberlain true vassal art thou mine	I
And such the trust that I repose in that proved worth of thine	I
For seven years shalt thou rule my towers and lead my vassal train	I
And pledge thee for my Lady's faith till I return again '	-
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VIII	B
The Chamberlain was blunt and true and sturdily said he	B
'Abide my lord and rule your own and take this rede from me	B
That woman's faith's a brittle trust Seven twelve months didst thou say	B
I'll pledge me for no lady's truth beyond the seventh fair day '	-
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IX	B
The noble Baron turn'd him round his heart was full of care	F
His gallant Esquire stood him nigh he was Marstetten's heir	F
To whom he spoke right anxiously 'Thou trusty squire to me	B
Wilt thou receive this weighty trust when I am o'er the sea	B
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X	B
'To watch and ward my castle strong and to protect my land	J
And to the hunting or the host to lead my vassal band	J
And pledge thee for my Lady's faith till seven long years are gone	I
And guard her as Our Lady dear was guarded by Saint John '	-
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XI	B
Marstetten's heir was kind and true but fiery hot and young	K
And readily he answer made with too presumptuous tongue	K
'My noble lord cast care away and on your journey wend	L
And trust this charge to me until your pilgrimage have end	L
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XII	B
'Rely upon my plighted faith which shall be truly tried	M
To guard your lands and ward your towers and with your vassals ride	M
And for your lovely Lady's faith so virtuous and so dear	F
I'll gage my head it knows no change be absent thirty year '	-
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XIII	B
The noble Moringer took cheer when thus he heard him speak	N
And doubt forsook his troubled brow and sorrow left his cheek	N
A long adieu he bids to all hoists topsails and away	B
And wanders in Saint Thomas land seven twelve months and a day	B
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XIV	B
It was the noble Moringer within an orchard slept	O
When on the Baron's slumbering sense a boding vision crept	O
And whisper'd in his ear a voice ''Tis time Sir Knight to wake	P
Thy lady and thy heritage another master take	P
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XV	B
'Thy tower another banner knows thy steeds another rein	I
And stoop them to another's will thy gallant vassal train	I
And she the Lady of thy love so faithful once and fair	F
This night within thy fathers' hall she weds Marstetten's heir '	-
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XVI	B
It is the noble Moringer starts up and tears his beard	Q
'Oh would that I had ne'er been born what tidings have I heard	R
To lose my lordship and my lands the less would be my care	F
But God that e'er a squire untrue should wed my Lady fair	F
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XVII	B
'O good Saint Thomas hear ' he pray'd 'my patron Saint art thou	I
A traitor robs me of my land even while I pay my vow	I
My wife he brings to infamy that was so pure of name	S
And I am far in foreign land and must endure the shame '	-
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XVIII	I
It was the good Saint Thomas then who heard his pilgrim's prayer	F
And sent a sleep so deep and dead that it o'erpower'd his care	F
He waked in fair Bohemian land outstretch'd beside a rill	T
High on the right a castle stood low on the left a mill	T
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XIX	B
The Moringer he started up as one from spell unbound	U
And dizzy with surprise and joy gazed wildly all around	U
'I know my fathers' ancient towers the mill the stream I know	I
Now blessed be my patron Saint who cheer'd his pilgrim's woe '	-
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XX	B
He leant upon his pilgrim staff and to the mill he drew	F
So alter'd was his goodly form that none their master knew	F
The Baron to the miller said 'Good friend for charity	B
Tell a poor palmer in your land what tidings may there be '	-
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XXI	B
The miller answered him again 'He knew of little news	B
Save that the Lady of the land did a new bridegroom choose	B
Her husband died in distant land such is the constant word	R
His death sits heavy on our souls he was a worthy Lord	V
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XXII	B
'Of him I held the little mill which wins we living free	B
God rest the Baron in his grave he still was kind to me	B
And when Saint Martin's tide comes round and millers take their toll	W
The priest that prays for Moringer shall have both cope and stole '	-
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XXIII	B
It was the noble Moringer to climb the hill began	I
And stood before the bolted gate a woe and weary man	I
'Now help me every saint in heaven that can compassion take	P
To gain the entrance of my hall this woeful match to break '	-
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XXIV	I
His very knock it sounded sad his call was sad and slow	I
For heart and head and voice and hand were heavy all with woe	I
And to the warder thus he spoke 'Friend to thy Lady say	B
A pilgrim from Saint Thomas land craves harbour for a day	B
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XXV	I
'I've wander'd many a weary step my strength is wellnigh done	I
And if she turn me from her gate I'll see no morrow's sun	I
I pray for sweet Saint Thomas' sake a pilgrim's bed and dole	W
And for the sake of Moringer's her once beloved husband's soul '	-
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XXVI	I
It was the stalwart warder then he came his dame before	F
'A pilgrim worn and travel toil'd stands at the castle door	F
And prays for sweet Saint Thomas' sake for harbour and for dole	W
And for the sake of Moringer thy noble husband's soul '	-
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XXVII	I
The Lady's gentle heart was moved 'Do up the gate ' she said	X
'And bid the wanderer welcome be to banquet and to bed	X
And since he names my husband's name so that he lists to stay	B
These towers shall be his harbourage a twelvemonth and a day '	-
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XXVIII	I
It was the stalwart warder then undid the portal broad	Y
It was the noble Moringer that o'er the threshold strode	Z
'And have thou thanks kind heaven ' he said 'though from a man of sin	I
That the true lord stands here once more his castle gate within '	-
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XXIX	B
Then up the halls paced Moringer his step was sad and slow	I
It sat full heavy on his heart none seem'd their Lord to know	I
He sat him on a lowly bench oppress'd with woe and wrong	A2
Short space he sat but ne'er to him seem'd little space so long	A2
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XXX	B
Now spent was day and feasting o'er and come was evening hour	F
The time was nigh when new made brides retire to nuptial bower	F
'Our castle's wont ' a brides man said 'hath been both firm and long	A2
No guest to harbour in our halls till he shall chant a song '	-
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XXXI	B
Then spoke the youthful bridegroom there as he sat by the bride	M
'My merry minstrel folk ' quoth he 'lay shalm and harp aside	M
Our pilgrim guest must sing a lay the castle's rule to hold	B2
And well his guerdon will I pay with garment and with gold '	-
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XXXII	B
'Chill flows the lay of frozen age ' 'twas thus the pilgrim sung	K
'Nor golden meed nor garment gay unlocks his heavy tongue	K
Once did I sit thou bridegroom gay at board as rich as thine	I
And by my side as fair a bride	M

Sir Walter Scott

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