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And while he marched, with helm on head
And harp in hand, the descant run»,
As faithful to his favourite maid,
The minstrel burthen 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 Troubadour !"
Even when the battle-roar was deep,
With dauntless heart he hewed his way,
'Mid splintering lance and falchion sweep,
And still was heard the warrior lay :
"My life it is my country's right,
My heart is in ray lady's bower ,
For love to die, for fame to fight.
Becomes the valiant Troubadour !"
Alas ! upon the bloody field
He fell beneath the foeman's glaive ;
But still reclining on his shield.
Expiring sung the exulting stave :
" My life it is my country's right.
My heart is in my lady's bower ;
For love and fame to fall in fight,
Becomes the valiant Troubadour !"
HEEE'S A HEALTH.
Here's a health to all good lasses,
Pledge it merrily, fill your glasses,
Let the bumper toast go round.
May they live a life of pleasure,
Without mixture, without measure,
For with them true joys are found.

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