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My castle towers on Severn's side Smile in the summer's sun, Not brighter flows the silvery tide Of thy fair stream, Garonne! The wild bee murmurs in the bower, The deer bounds through the wood, And gaily blooms the primrose flower In that sweet solitude.

I'll hang rich jewels in thine ear If thou wilt be my bride; I'll trap thy robe with minever And broidery beside, My page shall at thy palfrey stands And hold its silken rein, If thou wilt quit thine own fair land To cross the foaming main.