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 And many the tears, and bitter the thoughts, As the warrior his vigil kept.

And he built a little chapel there; And bade the deathbell toll, And prayers be said, and mass be sung, For the weal of the warrior's soul.

Years pass'd, and ever was first Where warlike deeds were done; But who would not look for the gallant knight In the leal and loyal son.

  to say, the sight was fair, When the lady unbound from her raven hair 