StNicholas [serial] . ny a coin of fine red gold, And trinkets of silver white,Rare workmanship, reft out of Castle-knowe By the church rats, in the night. The ring! they cried. For the signet-ring,With many a jewel moreIn a shimmering heap lay glimmering Upon the dusty Duke hath caught up the signet-ringFrom out that jewel-mine,Give oer thy claim to my daughter, he says,And the rest, Sir Knave, is thine! Nay; I will have none of thy gold, Lord Duke;Nor will I have aught of thy fee;I have a hold of my own, he said,In the woods of the North Countrie. For the sake of St. Gandelyn! crie
StNicholas [serial] . ny a coin of fine red gold, And trinkets of silver white,Rare workmanship, reft out of Castle-knowe By the church rats, in the night. The ring! they cried. For the signet-ring,With many a jewel moreIn a shimmering heap lay glimmering Upon the dusty Duke hath caught up the signet-ringFrom out that jewel-mine,Give oer thy claim to my daughter, he says,And the rest, Sir Knave, is thine! Nay; I will have none of thy gold, Lord Duke;Nor will I have aught of thy fee;I have a hold of my own, he said,In the woods of the North Countrie. For the sake of St. Gandelyn! cries the Duke, Tell me, knave, what is thy name?Men call me the Laird o the Lands of Lea;My father was Adam the I would marry thy daughter fair, Last of thy noble line,Before the rood, to end the feudBetwixt your house and mine. The Duke hath laughed, the Duke hath cried; For life is never so dearAs when one reckons to lose it But is saved. How the people cheer! ofant\vafaBeFl5:W s n t d£iwf tee tea twmfk fht. And hear! they are ringing the bells, the bells! Hark ! hark ! how the trumpets blow !Bring cakes and wine! Let the firelight shine For the wedding on Castle-knowe! |j|atfu m M tmmpete ttfflfl
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