The story and song of Black Roderick . ^ j§> He drew her from her cold, cold bed,And kissed her cheek and chin; Loosed from his neck his silken cloak,To wrap her body in. He took her up in his two arms—His grief was deep and wild; He knelt beside her on the sorrowed like a child. He blew three blasts upon his horn; His men did make reply,And came all quickly to his call, Through brake and brier so high. And every man who saw her thereWent down upon his knee; Behind her came Earl Roderick,All pitiful to see. And in his trembling hand the helmFrom his uncovered brow; And Oh, he said,
The story and song of Black Roderick . ^ j§> He drew her from her cold, cold bed,And kissed her cheek and chin; Loosed from his neck his silken cloak,To wrap her body in. He took her up in his two arms—His grief was deep and wild; He knelt beside her on the sorrowed like a child. He blew three blasts upon his horn; His men did make reply,And came all quickly to his call, Through brake and brier so high. And every man who saw her thereWent down upon his knee; Behind her came Earl Roderick,All pitiful to see. And in his trembling hand the helmFrom his uncovered brow; And Oh, he said, to love her well,And know it only now! So he did walk while she did rideThrough all the town away, For greater than Earl RoderickShe did become that day. £5^ Now have I said how the heart of «& the Black Earl woke to love, and 36
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