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It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of
three,
That liked of her master, as well as well might
be,
Til looking on an Englishman, the fairest that
eye
could
see,
Her fancy fell a-turning.
Long was the combat doubtful, that love with
love did fight,
To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant
knight:
To put in practice either, alas, it was a spite
Unto the silly damsel!
But one must be refused; more mickle was the
pain,
That nothing could be used, to turn them both
to gain,
For of the two the trusty knight was wounded
with disdain:
Alas, she could not help it!
Thus art with arms contending was victor of the
day,
Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid
away:
Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady
gay,
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Shahid Ali
a humble poet
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