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THE KING’S DAUGHTER.

It was a lord and a gentle maid

Sat in a greenwood bower,

And thus the brave Sir Alfred said

To the greenwood’s fairest flower:—

“I have loved theo well, sweet Rosalie,—

With thee I could live and die;

But thou art a maid of low degree,

And of princely race am I.

“I have loved thee well, sweet Rosalie,

I have loved a year and a day;

But a different fate is in store for me,

And I must no longer stay.

“Thou art a cottage maiden, love,

And know not thy own pedigree;

And I must marry the king’s daughter,

For she is betrothed to me.”

There was a smile on Rosalie’s lip,

But a tear in her blue eye shone;

The smile was all for her lover’s fate,

The tear perchance for her own.