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La Belle Dame Sans Merci - Mediaeval Baebes
Written by:Mediaeval Baebes
I met a lady
In the meads
Full beautiful
A fairy's child
Her hair was long
Her foot was light
And her eyes were wild
I made a garland
For her head
And bracelets too
And fragrant zone
She look'd at me
As she did love
And made
Sweet
Moon
I saw pale kings and princes too
I saw pale
Pale warriors death pale were they all
Pale warrior
Who cry'd
La belle dame sans merci
Hath thee
In thrall
She found
Me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild
And manna dew
And sure in language strange she said
I love thee true
I saw pale kings and princes too
I saw pale
Pale warriors death pale were they all
Who cry'd
La belle dame sans merci
Hath thee
In thrall
And there she lulled
Me asleep
And there I dreamed ah woe betide
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the
Cold hill side