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LAINE's voice is heard again.

  With roses red they crowned her head
    Bright was the sun on the city wall! —
  But the light hath fled, and the day is dead,
And the rose-leaves all are withered—
    Oh, for the sun on the city wall!

  Then tell me, I pray, ye gallants gay,
    As ye climb the castle stair,
  If your lord should chance to ride this way
    Would he list to a poor maid's prayer?
  Alack, alack! could he give her back
    A heart that is prisoned there?

NOTE: Robin Gordon-Powell thinks this reprise of this song was probably sung unaccompanied.

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