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6 My Rose shall rest in Woodstock bower,

with music's sweet delight

While I among the piercing pikes

against the foes do fight

My Rose in robes of pearl and gold

with diamonds rich and bright

Shall dance the galliards of my love

while I my foes do smite.

And you Sir Thomas whom I trust

to be my love's befence

Be careful of my gallant Rose

when I am parted hence.

And here withal he fetched a sigh

as though his heart would break

And Rosamond for very grief

not one plain word could speak.

And at their parting well they might

in heart be grieved sore

After that day fair Rosamond

the king did ne er see more,

For when his grace had passed the seas

and into France was gone,

Queen Eleanor with envious heart

to Woodstock came anon.

And forth she calls the trusty knight,

who kept this curious bower.

And with a clue of twisted thread

come from this famous flower.