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, what could the ladye's beauty match, An it were not the ladye's pride; An hundred knights from far and near Woo'd at that ladye's side.

The rose of the summer slept on her cheek, Its lily upon her breast, And her eye shone forth like the glorious star That rises the first in the west.

There were some that woo'd for her land and gold, And some for her noble name, And more that woo'd for her loveliness; But her answer was still the same.