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 "Unless my heart is wage enough For my ring beneath the bay."

He threw his cloak aside and plunged Deep where the jewel lay.

The first strong plunge he almost touched The golden ring so gay.

The second time, it moved and rang, But lured him on alway.

But at the third, the lover bold Was drowned. Ah, mournful day!

And with the tide that gallant heart Swept seaward o'er the bay.

His father from his turret sees And bows his head so grey.

"Alas, that for a maid, my son, Mon joli cur de rose, Should throw his life away, ''Joli cur d'un rosier!" ''