Ahh my friend there you are where have you been?
Why have our paths not met, you I have not seen
How many days have you wandered by?
And still not seen by my eye
Oh my pretty friend
How sadness you bring to an end
Many young men wish to see you soon
Journeys for your heart they will travel from the sun to the moon
I myself am on my way for your hand to fight
For with my sword I shall deal out my plight
Cause to the victor your hand shall I wait
And should any man in my way be, death shall be his fate
My sword is sharp and just
Strike any man down to the dust
Oh but how fair are thou perfect I say
Thy beauty grows stronger by the day
Be aware whose hand you take
Cause thy heart is a great prize to stake
Thy man should be strong and brave
Cause I will do battle and home will be his grave
Ahh my friend give me thy hand
Come away and be queen of my land
Oh my fair one let us make haste
Time without you has been a waste
Climb aboard my gallant steed
Lets head for the hill with great speed
Oh be brave
For your heart I am here to save
The journey is long but the reward is great
Cause over the hills your castle await
Ahh my fair one when time meets us there
I pray that day my child you will bare
So they may be as fair as thee
And oh how happy we will be
But everyday by our door I will stand
Striking down any man in search of your hand
Their blood by our door will flow
I will stand strong and deliver my deathly blow
I will fight till we free and when we grow old
Every day by my side you will be and your hand I shall forever hold.
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