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Was ever a Maid in Waldhurst's wallsMight match with Margaret,Her cheek was fair, her eyes were dark,Her silken locks like jet.
And many a rich and noble youthHad strove to win the fair,But never a rich or noble youthCould rival Rudiger.
At every tilt and tourney heStill bore away the prize,For knightly feats superior stillAnd knightly courtesies.
His gallant feats, his looks, his love,Soon won the willing fair,And soon did Margaret becomeThe wife of Rudiger.
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