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 , from outside

Ho! in the name of the Trinity,

Let down the drawbridge quick to me,

And open doors, that I may see

Guy the good knight.

, from the battlements

With mere big words ye win us not.

Bid Miles bring up la perriere,

And archers clear the vile walls there,

Bring back the notches to the ear,

Shoot well together! God to aid!

These miscreants will be well paid.

Hurrah! all goes together; Miles

Is good to win my lady's smiles

For his good shooting—Launcelot!

On knights a-pace! this game is hot!

sayeth afterwards

I said, I go to meet her now,

And saying so, I felt a blow

From some clench'd hand across my brow,

And fell down on the sunflowers

Just as a hammering smote my ears,

After which this I felt in sooth;

My bare hands throttling without ruth