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[Thy father is a King, my child]
[BRITTANY.]
Thy father is a King, my child,
And thou a Prince by birth;
But he has banished us from court
To roam about the earth:
But let him be that wrongeth thee,
For all the holy angels see,
Said patient, pale Custance.
[“Peace, little son, I will do thee no harm.”
But still the babe lay weeping on her arm.]
And thou a Prince by birth;
But he has banished us from court
To roam about the earth:
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For all the holy angels see,
Said patient, pale Custance.
[“Peace, little son, I will do thee no harm.”
But still the babe lay weeping on her arm.]
From door to door we beg our bread,
From day to day we pine,
While he doth at his banquet sit,
And drain the cups of wine:
But let him be, O, let him be,
For God will care for you and me,
Said patient, pale Custance.
[“Peace, little son, I will do thee no harm.”
But still the babe lay weeping on her arm.]
From day to day we pine,
While he doth at his banquet sit,
And drain the cups of wine:
But let him be, O, let him be,
For God will care for you and me,
Said patient, pale Custance.
[“Peace, little son, I will do thee no harm.”
But still the babe lay weeping on her arm.]
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