| One morning in the early spring,
From out Llyn Arien's shire,
To seek a consort in the south
There rode a flame-haired squire.
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In my green youth I loved a lass,
Though long that love is done;
And ere we parted, she did bear
My pride, my fine young son."
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Oh he did seek a lady true,
A lady fair and kind;
Through all of Rowany he sought,
His consort for to find.
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Said she, "Thy fine young son I'd love
As he were my own child,
So an thou list, come enter in
Unto my woodlands wylde; |
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At last unto the Wylde Woods
He rode to take his rest,
And to him came Fair Isabeau,
To greet him as her guest. |
But squire brave, no maid am I,
For I have been twice wed;
Woulds't thou not have a young sweet maid,
To take unto thy bed?" |
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When he did look upon her face,
His heart for joy did sing,
"Oh be my consort, be my bride,
Say thou wilt wear my ring!'' |
Quoth he, "No bud is half as fair
As a rose in its full bloom;
Naught care I for thy lovers past
If I may be thy groom." |
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"Oh tell me true, thou squire brave,
With hair like copper shining,
Hast thou not left some maiden fair
Who for thy love is pining?" |
Then unto him Fair Isabeau
Vowed she would have none other:
"I'd not exchange an angel bright
For thee, my daemon lover." |
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"I tell thee true, my lady dear,
With hair all bright as fire,
No other lady shares my love--
Thou art myheart's desire. |
And so upon that very day
The lovers' troth was plighted,
And for his many valiant deeds
The King brave Daemon knighted. |
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And now here on their wedding day
These two do stand together,
Knight and Lady hand in hand--
All joy to them forever!
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