Cornish ballads & other poems . 35,/i. ^V ^ ?£^eT«*^ u z o H H ^ OS .2h (-h /) 4) Z Xi K U) Cfl H a ?y; <V Z G S 0 u Cfl z r- •a! .Jh PG 4J E o 3 _ 3 PU i«a J 2 - c SIR RALPH DE BLANC-MINSTER. 201 11 Choose ye seven men among the just,And bid them hold my lands in trust;On Michaels morn, and Marys day,To deal the dole, and watch and pray. Then bear me coldly oer the deep, Mid my own people I would sleep : Their hearts shall melt, their prayers will breathe, Where he who loved them rests beneath. Mould me in stone as here I lie,My face upturned to Syrias sky ;Carve ye this good sword at my s
Cornish ballads & other poems . 35,/i. ^V ^ ?£^eT«*^ u z o H H ^ OS .2h (-h /) 4) Z Xi K U) Cfl H a ?y; <V Z G S 0 u Cfl z r- •a! .Jh PG 4J E o 3 _ 3 PU i«a J 2 - c SIR RALPH DE BLANC-MINSTER. 201 11 Choose ye seven men among the just,And bid them hold my lands in trust;On Michaels morn, and Marys day,To deal the dole, and watch and pray. Then bear me coldly oer the deep, Mid my own people I would sleep : Their hearts shall melt, their prayers will breathe, Where he who loved them rests beneath. Mould me in stone as here I lie,My face upturned to Syrias sky ;Carve ye this good sword at my side,And write the legend, 2True atlfc SErirtJ. Let mass be said, and requiem sung,And that sweet chime I loved be rung ;Those sounds along the northern wallShall thrill me like a trumpet-call. Thus said he—and at set of sunThe bold Crusaders race was run.—Seek ye his ruined hall and bower ?Then stand beneath tall Stratton Tower. The Mort-Main. Now the Demon had watched for the warriors soul,Mid th
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