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My father's halls, so rich and rare, / Are desolate and bleak and bare; / My father's heart and halls are one, / Since I, their life and light, am gone.
O, valiant knight, with hand of steel / And heart of gold, hear my appeal: / Release me from the spoiler's charms, / And bear me to my father's arms.