The Courtship of Ferb
'Tis right that I your loss should moan
Although I never knew your kiss
Not less my love, in silence shown,
Though love hath set my life amiss.
O son of Maev, my heart is woe
For you, my love, that here you lie;
My heart itself, I mourning know,
Awaits the self-same destiny.
Not often weaponless you went
Till, stiff and cold, in death you lay;
One shining spear your flesh hath rent,
Another took your life away.
And you were hacked by cruel sword,
And down your cheeks fell crimson rain,
And all the troop that called you lord
Have felt, with you, death's grievous pain.
Small note I make of all on earth,
For none such grief as mine can see;
My sweetheart dear, my man of worth,
And chosen from the world for me.
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