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 He sights the Black but kills the White:

Ah! cruel Prince, my heart you smite.

Ah! cruel Prince, my heart you break,

In killing thus my snow-white Drake.

My snow-white Drake, my Love, my King;

The crimson life-blood stains his wing.

His life-blood falls in rubies bright,

His diamond eyes have lost their light.

The cruel ball has found its quest,

His golden bill sinks on his breast.

His golden bill sinks on his breast,

His plumes go floating East and West.

Far, far they're borne to distant lands,

Till gathered by fair maidens' hands;

Till gathered by fair maidens' hands;

And form at last a soldier's bed.