SIR WALTER MANNY.
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And many the tears, and bitter the thoughts,
As the warrior his vigil kept.
And he built a little chapel there;
And bade the deathbell toll,
And prayers be said, and mass be sung,
For the weal of the warrior's soul.
Years pass'd, and ever Sir Walter was first
Where warlike deeds were done;
But who would not look for the gallant knight
In the leal and loyal son.
Sooth to say, the sight was fair,
When the lady unbound from her raven hair
