The Courtship of Ferb
'Tis sad your death-bed thus to tend,
My lovely Gerg, with locks so fair,
Whom armies hailed as constant friend
'Tis woe for me to see you there.
With me who in Glenn Geirg here stand.
By Irard and by Loch Ane's shore,
By many a spring in southern land,
Are loving dames who weep you sore.
All hosts to you were friends, and each
Your lightest wish with joy obeyed;
To all was dear your friendly speech;
Your counsels wise their judgment swayed.
The lawyers hailed your wise decrees,
Assemblies of your state could learn,
Your nobles knew your courtesies.
And foes your deeds in battle stern.
Your house was great, and widely known,
Although you wounded were therein;
They killed you there, upon your throne;
The deed they did was deadly sin.
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