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And when he rung at the palace bell,
He almost expected to hear his knell;
And when the porter turn'd the key,
He almost expected Death to see.
He almost expected to hear his knell;
And when the porter turn'd the key,
He almost expected Death to see.
But soon the Bishop recover'd his glee,
For the Emperor welcomed him royally;
And now the tables were spread, and there
Were choicest wines and dainty fare.
For the Emperor welcomed him royally;
And now the tables were spread, and there
Were choicest wines and dainty fare.
And now the Bishop had blest the meat,
When a voice was heard as he sat in his seat, . .
With the Emperor now you are dining in glee,
But know, Bishop Bruno! you sup with me!
When a voice was heard as he sat in his seat, . .
With the Emperor now you are dining in glee,
But know, Bishop Bruno! you sup with me!
The Bishop then grew pale with affright,
And suddenly lost his appetite;
All the wine and dainty cheer
Could not comfort his heart so sick with fear.
And suddenly lost his appetite;
All the wine and dainty cheer
Could not comfort his heart so sick with fear.
But by little and little recovered he,
For the wine went flowing merrily,
And he forgot his former dread,
And his cheeks again grew rosy red.
For the wine went flowing merrily,
And he forgot his former dread,
And his cheeks again grew rosy red.
