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WE often read with new delight
The lays that clerks would have us know,
For lays there are that sing aright
Each wondrous thing of long ago:
Some are of weal, and some of woe,
And some of joy and gentle mirth,
And some of guile and treacherous foe,
And some the strangest haps of earth;
The lays that clerks would have us know,
For lays there are that sing aright
Each wondrous thing of long ago:
Some are of weal, and some of woe,
And some of joy and gentle mirth,
And some of guile and treacherous foe,
And some the strangest haps of earth;
Some are of jests and ribaldry,
And some there are of fairy lore;
But most of all, as men may see,
They sing of love and trials sore.
In Britain in the days of yore
The harpers writ that men should praise
The gallant deeds that were before—
Of such the Britons made their lays.
And some there are of fairy lore;
But most of all, as men may see,
They sing of love and trials sore.
In Britain in the days of yore
The harpers writ that men should praise
The gallant deeds that were before—
Of such the Britons made their lays.
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