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They nothing said, but many a tear,
Heigho! the Wind and Rain;
Rained down on that knight's lowly bier,
Ah, well-a-day! amain.[1]
They nothing said, but many a sigh,
Heigho! the Wind and Rain;
Told how they wished like him to die,
Ah, well-a-day! sans stain.[2]
With solemn mass and orison,
Heigho! the Wind and Rain,
They reared o'er him a cross of stone,
All, well-a-day! in pain.
And on it graved with daggers bright,
Heigho! the Wind and Rain;
Here lies a true and gentle Knight,
Ah, well-a-day! Amen!
requiescat. in. pace.
