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The Love-Lorn Knight and the Damsel Pitiless.
'Uplift the Gonfanons of war—exalt the ruddy Rood—
Arise ye winds and bear me on against the Paynim brood!
Farewell to forest-cinctured halls, farewell to song and glee,
For toilsome march and clash of swords in glorious Galilee!
And grace to thee, haught damoisel—I ask no parting tear—
Another love may greet thee when I'm laid upon my bier!
'My bark upon the foaming flood shall bound before the gale,
Like arrow in its flight, until the Holy Land we hail;
Then firmly shall our anchors grasp the belt of Eastern land,
For planks will shrink and cordage rot ere we regain this strand;
