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THE GLORIOUS DAYS OF OLD.
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U IA y II
Oh for the days of Chivalry


Those glorious days of old,
When ladyes fayre' were won by arms
And deeds of battle bold;
When prancing steed, and FURNISHED lance,
And helmets cleaning bright,
And nodding plumcs, and banners fair,
The warrior did bedigh,.
The doys-,hose glorious day.-0f old
VIII never come again,
When knight met knigh, in tourHay gay
On hill, or vale, or plain
And shivered lance, and broken mail,


And sword and baitle-cry
Be,okened thy romantic reign,


Gay goddess-chivalry!
Oh for the deys-,ho.e glorious days


When swept the wild crusade,
And low in old Jerusalem


The Pilgrim warrior prayed
And bright eyed wand ring troubadours
Sang feats of love and war,
And minstrels fair in camp and hall


Attuned the sweet guitar
Oh for those days when loving mad.


Knew but 10 win or die
When broken hearts were more than words.
And healed not BY sigh
When Ancnorets in desert caves.


Who aed from maids and wers.
Had nousht to do but feed on roots


And gaze upon the stars
Had we lived then in those famed days
Those glorious days of old
Thou shoulds, have been my ladye fayre,
And | thy warrior bold;
And. spite of dwarfs ond castle walls,
would thee thence have freed.
And borne thee, sweetly blushing, of
Upon my gallant steed
would for thee have Tough, the Moor
And slain the saracen--
Have broke the weird enchan,ers wand,
And conquered giant men.
And proved on knight with mace aud lance
The magic of thy name,
While fair haired mns,rels should have sung
The story cf oar fame
Ba, ah now, luckess wight,


Must WOO like other swans
With vows and sighs, aud get, perchancs.
But sorrow for my pains
But, ladye fayre, believe me, when


say, with courage bold
love you jus, as much as if


lived in days of old H. II.
ynrt5ich n T.