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"Daughter, daughter, marry no man, / Though a king's son come to woo, / If he be not more than blessing or ban / To the secret soul of you."
"Tis the King's son, indeed, I ween, / And he left me even but now, / And he shall make me a dazzling queen, / With a gold crown on my brow."