The Fair Princess

The princess sat in her garden fair;

With a golden comb she combed her hair.

She raised her eyes to the azure bay.

A brave fleet bore in with pennons gay.

“Good captain, say, in the Holy Land

Have you seen my spouse with his brave band?

“In Holy Land is many a knight.

With what point device was he bedight?”

“His steed bore saddle of silver gilt

The cross of Christ was his gold sword hilt.”

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A knight with these I saw bravely fall

In fierce assault on a city’s wall.”

“A wretched widow I have become