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little roland.
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"The best of servants, to my mind,
The dame's must surely be:
She is, I wot, the beggar's Queen,
Who keeps a table free.

"The noble lady should not far
From my royal palace be:
Arise, three ladies, and three lords!
And bring her in to me."

Little Roland, holding fast the cup,
From the splendid hall he hies:
To follow him, at the king's command,
Three lords, three ladies, rise.

And after now a little while,
The king sees, far away,
The noble ladies and the knights
Return without delay.

The king he cries out suddenly,—
"Help, Heav'n! see I aright?
'T is my own blood, in open hall,
I have treated with cruel slight.

"Help, Heav'n! in pilgrim dress I see
My sister Bertha stand;
So pale in my gay palace here,
A beggar's staff in her hand!"