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Maid Marian.
She knelt by him his wounds to bind: She washed them with many a tear:And shouts rose fast upon the wind, Which told that the foe was near.
"Oh! let not," he said, "while yet I live, The cruel foe me take:But with thy sweet lips a last kiss give, And cast me in the lake."
Around his neck she wound her arms, And she kissed his lips so pale:And evermore the war's alarms Came louder up the vale.
She drew him to the lake's steep side, Where the red heath fringed the shore:She plunged with him beneath the tide, And they were seen no more.
Their true blood mingled in Kingslea Mere, That to mingle on earth was fain:And the trout that swims in that crystal clear Is tinged with the crimson stain.
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