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...air, 1 sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face I told her of the knight that wore Upon...

...minstrel declare* his passion for Genevieve, in the words of the "old and moving siory" he is singing — I told her how he pined ; and, ah ! The deep, the low, tht pleading tone With which I sung another's tuie. Interpreted myoiotu She listened with a flitting...

...told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that, for ten long years, he wooed The lady of the land. I told her how he pined...which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed...

...I told her of the Knight tlmt wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he I Kin piece may ho found, as originally published, under anotticr title, at pace 28. She listen'd with...

...her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined ; and...which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that I gazed...

...her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined ; and...which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that I gazed...

...burning brand ; And that for ten long years 'he woo'd The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined i and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With...which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that I gazed...

...ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and, ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. But when I told the cruel scorn Which crazed this bold and lovely Knight, And that he crossed the mountain...

...I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined...With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale,...