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 The hairy-throated castellan ;

Then a grim fight with those that ran

To slay me, while I shouted, "God

For the Lady Mary!" deep I trod

That evening in my own red blood;

Nevertheless so stiff I stood,

That when the knights burst the old wood

Of the castle-doors, I was not dead.

I kiss the Lady Mary's head,

Her lips, and her hair golden red.

Because to-day we have been wed.