 | Young Arthur |  |
A STRANGER.
O, ride ye, knight, and where ride ye, knight?
And a bonny steed you stride;
And gallant and gay is your harness dight;
Like a meteor you dart on the wondering sight,
So few in this lone path ride.
And a bonny steed you stride;
And gallant and gay is your harness dight;
Like a meteor you dart on the wondering sight,
So few in this lone path ride.
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O stay ye, knight, and, O, stay ye, knight,
And alight at my father's door;
For a knight is he, and his heart is right,
And to honour the brave is his high delight;
Then spur on your steed no more.
And alight at my father's door;
For a knight is he, and his heart is right,
And to honour the brave is his high delight;
Then spur on your steed no more.
Nor deem that I, and ne'er deem that I
Against maiden reserve offend;
My sire he saw you, and bade me fly,
And crave that his gate you'd not pass by,
See, his grooms your will attend.
Against maiden reserve offend;
My sire he saw you, and bade me fly,
And crave that his gate you'd not pass by,
See, his grooms your will attend.
O, lady fair; and, O, lady fair,
I rest me at your say;
Sure ne'er was a beauty so rich and rare,
Like a vision benignantly beaming in air
You come to adorn the day.
I rest me at your say;
Sure ne'er was a beauty so rich and rare,
Like a vision benignantly beaming in air
You come to adorn the day.
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