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...loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blvfsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze upon her...

...The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest gract' ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land....

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