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180 I go to join a gallant band

I' the merry fields of France;

Thou shalt along—and once again

In tournay break a lance.

Now, out upon thy Ladye-Love,

Who's falser far than fair;

I'll show to thee a lovelier one

Whose favours thou shalt wear.

My own sweet sister—she shall weave

A scarf to grace her Knight,

And glad thee with her laughing eyes,—

Those eyes so blue and bright.

And if thou can'st e'en then be sad,

She'll take her harp, and sing,

And music for thy weighty woes

Shall make each one a wing.

And bid all sadness fly away—

Nay, I will have it so,

And forth at morning's early beam,

All bravely dight we go."

Ere long, in battle's dread array

Fought bravely side by side

These Knights—alas! that e'er should hap

What did one eventide!