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a sigh for the past.
It must have been a pleasant thing
To dwell in a castle high,
With a draw-bridge o'er a deep dark moat,
And turrets against the sky;
To have a warder on the wall,
And a banner waving free,
And a lover who came from the Holy-land,
And wooed upon bended knee.
To dwell in a castle high,
With a draw-bridge o'er a deep dark moat,
And turrets against the sky;
To have a warder on the wall,
And a banner waving free,
And a lover who came from the Holy-land,
And wooed upon bended knee.
I wish I had lived in those glorious days,
Some centuries ago,
With good broad lands and plenty of gold,
And a will of my own, I trow;
A tapestried chamber with secret doors,
And galleries lone and long;
Such as I've read of a thousand times,
In volumes of tale and song.
Some centuries ago,
With good broad lands and plenty of gold,
And a will of my own, I trow;
A tapestried chamber with secret doors,
And galleries lone and long;
Such as I've read of a thousand times,
In volumes of tale and song.
I'd have braided the locks of my raven hair,
And woven each shining tress
With the richest gems of the earth and sea,
To add to my loveliness.
And woven each shining tress
With the richest gems of the earth and sea,
To add to my loveliness.
