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 180 'MILITA!IY SONGS. Gaily for love and faro to fight Befits the gallant Troubadour." And while he march'd, with helm on head And bar I) in hand, the descant rung; As faithful to hiJ favorite 'maid, The minstrel's burden still he sung; "My arm it is my country's right, My heart is in my lady's bower; Resolved for love and fame to fight, I come, a gallant TrQubndour.'.' E'en when the battle-roar was deep, With dauntless heart he hew'd his way, 'Mid slintering lance and falchion's sweep, And still was heard the warrior lay: "My arm it is my country's right, My heart is in my lady's bower; For love to die, for fame to fight, ]mes the valiant Troubadour." Alas! upon the bloody field, He fell beneath the foemen's gl&ive; But still reclining on his shield, Expiring, sung the exulting stave; "My lfe it is my country's right, My heart is in my lndy's bower; For love and fame to fall in fight Becomes the valiant Troubadour."

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