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And while he march'd with helm on head,
And harp in hand the descant rung,
As faithful to his favorite maid,
The minstrel burden still he sung ;
** My arm it is my country's right,
My heart is in my true love's bow'r;
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Resolved for love and fame to -fight,
I come, a gallant Troubadour V
^S'en when the battle's roar was deep,
With dauntless heart, he hew'd his way,
'Mid splintering lance, and falchion's sweep,
Yet still was heard the warrior lay :
u My life it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bow'r ;
For love to die — for fame to fight,
Becomes the valiant Troubadour !"
Alas ! upon the bloody field,
He fell beneath the foeman's cleave ;
But still, reclining on his shield,
Expiring sung th' exulting stave :
" My life it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bow'r ;
For love and fame to fall in fight
Becomes the valiant Troubadour !"

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