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THE KING’S DAUGHTER.
It was a lord and a gentle maid
Sat in a greenwood bower,
And thus the brave Sir Alfred said
To the greenwood’s fairest flower:—
“I have loved theo well, sweet Rosalie,—
With thee I could live and die;
But thou art a maid of low degree,
And of princely race am I.
“I have loved thee well, sweet Rosalie,
I have loved a year and a day;
But a different fate is in store for me,
And I must no longer stay.
“Thou art a cottage maiden, love,
And know not thy own pedigree;
And I must marry the king’s daughter,
For she is betrothed to me.”
There was a smile on Rosalie’s lip,
But a tear in her blue eye shone;
The smile was all for her lover’s fate,
The tear perchance for her own.
