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For much that lady was in love
With the gallant Red-cross Knight;
Had hoped her troth to plight.
Oh! then bespake these ladies gay,
As they stood clad in pall : “ Oh! we'll devise how to make this knight
Stay in the castle hall.”
And if he'll stay with me,
And we'll feast right merrily!”
Then softly spake those ladies fair,
Low whispering at the wall:
In thy fair castle hall :
To come from yon tower high,
Yon wily pilgrim-boy!"
“ Go, run! go, run! my foot-page dear,
To the warder take thy way,
To tell thee what to say:
To stay in the castle with me,
And we 'll all feast merrily.”
The warder came, and blew his horn,
And thus aloud did cry: “ Ho! is there a pilgrim in the hall,
Come from the North country?
For there's a foot-page waits without,
To speak with him alone.”
The pilgrim-boy is gone.
Meanwhile bespake the ladies gay,
As they stood clad in pall,
Unto our castle hall.”
Although they cried with glee,
And feast thee merrily!"
“ But where's the pilgrim-boy (he cried),
To shew me my lady's grave ?”
The knight full oft did crave.
“ Now foul that knave befall; For lucre he hath beguiled thee,
And now hath fled the hall.
“And now, Sir Knight, do not give heed
To what he said to thee,
That lady fair to see ;
0, thou shalt share our glee ;
And the feast eat merrily !".
But while those ladies, blithe and gay,
Attuned their lutes to joy,
To find the pilgrim-boy:
He searched the castle hall about,
Through every turn and wind; But all in vain his toil and pain,
The pilgrim-boy to find.
In vain the lord's fair daughter sent
Her messengers to call
Nor enter the castle hall.
And clamorous warders cry,-
And the feast eat merrily !"
0, then bespake those ladies gay,
As they stood clad in pall, “ Weep not, weep not, dear lady,
Though he'll not enter the hall;
To bring the pilgrim-boy,
This proud knight to decoy.
“ We 'll make that boy, on pain of death,
The Red-cross Knight deceive :
The fair young Knight shall grieve;
To bear us company;
And we will feast merrily!"
THE RED-CROSS KNIGHT.
And now ’t was night, all dark and drear,
And cold, cold blew the wind,
The pilgrim-boy to find.
As he mourned his lady dear! -
Thy bridal bed to cheer?
Again he sighed; and wept forlorn,
For his lady that was dead !Lady, how sad thy wedding-tide!
How cold thy bridal bed! Thus the Red-cross Knight roamed sore and sad,
While all around did cry,— “ Let the minstrels sing, and the bells 'yring,
And the feast be eat merrily!”
And now the gentle moon around
Her silver lustre shed,
And distant mountain's head;
By whose sweet light the knight perceived,
(A sight which gave him joy!) From a dungeon dread, the warder led,
The faithful pilgrim-boy!
In vain the warder strove to hide
The pilgrim-boy from him :
In spite of the warder grim.
And still aloud did cry, “ Let the minstrels sing, and the bells 'yring,
And the feast eat merrily."
“ I'm glad I've found thee, pilgrim-boy!
And thou shalt go with me;
And great thy reward shall be."
And shed full many a tear:--
“ I dread's --- not far from here!"
The knight he led the pilgrim-boy
Into the castle hall,
And the ladies clad in pall.
So think no more of me; But let your minstrels sing, and your bells all ring,
And feast ye merrily!”.
Up then arose the lord's daughter,
And called to the pilgrim-boy“ Oh! come to me! for I 've that to say
Will give to thee much joy.”