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stately tall, you meekly stand 
on your finger the signet band 
for my sake you shunned your crown 
for my breath your devotion fierce 

you gave for me your sword and squire 
your hospitality did never tire 
proud brothers in battle or play 
companionly we went about each day 

in your shadow I had no care 
my home's cupboards were never bare 
song and merriment never missed 
hunger a stranger to my lips 

your place at court set second to mine 
your heart pure - best fruit of the vine 
your eyes reflect esteem so dear 
no man's affection held so near 

O gallant Prince, in battle slain 
my soul cries out for you in pain 
why you've set Saul's crown on my head - 
a long-held secret I shan't covet 

My lord, could one ever repay; 
the debt of friendship's love dismay? 
to live this life as noble and true 
to generously care and give as you 

Prince of the Realm, if you could hear 
the Scroll of the Upright, loud and clear 
in the Song of the Bow proclaimed 
praise of our filial bond inscribed. 




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