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Troubadour o'er many a plain Hath roam'd unwearied, but in vain. O'er many a rugged mountain-scene, And forest-wild, his track hath been; Beneath Calabria's glowing sky He hath sung the songs of chivalry, His voice hath swell'd on the Alpine breeze, And rung through the snowy Pyrenees; From Ebro's banks to Danube's wave, He hath sought his prince, the loved, the brave, And yet, if still on earth thou art, O monarch of the lion-heart!