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When I was flying before the King / In the wood of Valognes in my hiding, / Although I had not anything / I sent a woman a golden ring.
A Ring of the Moors beyond Leon / With emerald and with diamond stone, / And a writing no man ever had known, / And an opal standing all alone.
The shape of the ring the heart to bind: / The emerald turns from cold to kind: / The writing makes her sure to find: -- / But the evil opal changed her mind.
Now when the King was dead, was he, / I came back hurriedly over the sea / From the long rocks in Normandy / To Bosham that is by Selsey.
And we clipt each other knee to knee.
But what I had was lost to me.