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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	B
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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	B
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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	I
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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	I
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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	B
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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	I
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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	F
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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	F
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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	S
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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	I
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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	B
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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	W
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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	P
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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	W
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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	W
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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	B
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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	I
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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	A2
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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	B2
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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 with all her charms was mine	I
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XXXIII	B
But time traced furrows on my face and I grew silver hair'd	C2
For locks of brown and cheeks of youth she left this brow and beard	Q
One rich but now a palmer poor I tread life's latest stage	D2
And mingle with your bridal mirth the lay of frozen age	D2
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XXXIV	I
It was the noble Lady there this woful lay that hears	B
And for the aged pilgrim's grief her eye was dimm'd with tears	B
She bade her gallant cupbearer a golden beaker take	P
And bear it to the palmer poor to quaff it for her sake	P
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XXXV	I
It was the noble Moringer that dropp'd amid the wine	I
A bridal ring of burning gold so costly and so fine	I
Now listen gentles to my song it tells you but the sooth	I
'Twas with that very ring of gold he pledged his bridal truth	I
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XXXVI	I
Then to the cupbearer he said Do me one kindly deed	E2
And should my better days return full rich shall be thy meed	E2
Bear back the golden cup again to yonder bride so gay	B
And crave her of her courtesy to pledge the palmer grey	B
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XXXVII	I
The cupbearer was courtly bred nor was the boon denied	E2
The golden cup he took again and bore it to the bride	E2
Lady he said your reverend guest sends this and bids me pray	B
That in thy noble courtesy thou pledge the palmer grey	B
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XXXVIII	I
The ring hath caught the Lady's eye she views it close and near	F
Then might you hear her shriek aloud The Moringer is here	F
Then might you see her start from seat while tears in torrents fell	F2
But whether 'twas for joy or woe the ladies best can tell	F2
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XXXIX	B
But loud she utter'd thanks to Heaven and every saintly power	F
That had return'd the Moringer before the midnight hour	F
And loud she utter'd vow on vow that never was there bride	E2
That had like her preserved her troth or been so sorely tried	E2
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XL	F2
Yes here I claim the praise she said to constant matrons due	E2
Who keep the troth that they have plight so steadfastly and true	E2
For count the term howe'er you will so that you count aright	E2
Seven twelve months and a day are out when bells toll twelve to night	E2
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XLI	F2
It was Marstetten then rose up his falchion there he drew	E2
He kneel'd before the Moringer and down his weapon threw	E2
My oath and knightly faith are broke these were the words he said	E2
Then take my liege thy vassal's sword and take thy vassal's head	E2
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XLII	F2
The noble Moringer he smiled and then aloud did say	B
He gathers wisdom that hath roam'd seven twelve months and a day	B
My daughter now hath fifteen years fame speaks her sweet and fair	F
I give her for the bride you lose and name her for my heir	F
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XLIII	F2
The young bridegroom hath youthful bride the old bridegroom the old	E2
Whose faith was kept till term and tide so punctually were told	E2
But blessings on the warder kind that oped my castle gate	E2
For had I come at morrow tide I came a day too late	E2