And had sore suffered many a year,
Enduring every cruel thing,
And by my lays at last could bring
My queen from fairy land again,
And now had left her sorrowing
In a poor hovel in the plain,
Enduring every cruel thing,
And by my lays at last could bring
My queen from fairy land again,
And now had left her sorrowing
In a poor hovel in the plain,
“Sheltered with but a beggar poor,
And all alone had come to thee
In poverty to try thy door,
To test thy faith and loyalty,
And found thee constant still to me,—
Sure thou shouldst never rue the day!
But for thy fealty, thou shouldst be
The king when I had passed away,”
And all alone had come to thee
In poverty to try thy door,
To test thy faith and loyalty,
And found thee constant still to me,—
Sure thou shouldst never rue the day!
But for thy fealty, thou shouldst be
The king when I had passed away,”
Then all who sat within the hall
Knew that it was the king aright.
The steward ran to him, to fall
Down at his feet in dumb delight,
Knew that it was the king aright.
The steward ran to him, to fall
Down at his feet in dumb delight,
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