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A TALE OF FARGEAU.

As he sweetly sings,

Joy or pain, as he lists, to all.

But Rudolph, lord of the manor fair,

Lord of the castle, stout and strong,

Looked in sooth as cross as a bear,

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And did not wear

A remarkable air

Of calm content as he viewed the throng.

The vassals marked his despondent mien,

And, whispering to each other, said, -

"What a pity it was that, though he'd been

So brave a knight,

With fame so bright,

Yet claret would always go to his head."

The revel was high, the revel was long, -

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