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7 He slew fourteen bold villains. 
All with his mighty stroke. 
But as he fought the fifteenth, 
All hail to love! 
His golden sword, it broke! 
Long live the fleur de lis! 
8 “Good page, 0 my good page-boy, 
Do come and rescue me!” 
Nay, Prince, I dare not help you, 
All hail to love! 
For fear of death 1 flee ...” 
Long live the fleur de lis! 
9 “Go hence and tell my Princess 
To cherish well our son, 
That he may wreak revenge 
All hail to love! 
When he s to manhood grown!” 
Long live the fleur de lis! 
