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/ Childe Ronald rode adown the wood, / His spear upon his knee; / When, lo, he saw a girl who stood / Beneath an old oak tree.
/ And when Childe Ronald saw her there, / So fair and fresh of hue -- / "Ten tire-maids wait to comb thy hair, / And ten to latch thy shoe;