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I go to join a gallant band 
I’llie merry fields of France; 
Thou shalt along — and once again 
In tournay break a lance. 
Now, out upon thy Ladye-Love, 
Who’s falser far than fair; 
I’ll show to thee a lovelier one 
Whose favours thou shalt wear. 
My own sweet sister—she shall weave 
A scarf to grace her Knight, 
And glad thee with her laughing eyes,— 
Those eyes so blue and bright. 
And if thou can’st e’en then be sad. 
She’ll take her harp, and sing. 
And music for thy weighty woes 
Shall make each one a wing. 
And bid all sadness fly away— 
Nay, I will have it so. 
And forth at morning’s early beam. 
All bravely dight we go.” 
* * * * 
Ere long in battle’s dread aiTay 
Fought bravely side by side 
These Knights—alas! that e’er should hap 
What did one eventide! 
