The Song of Riszard: A Most Royal Rescue

The Song of Riszard

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Lo! Let us sing now!

Of that which didst in the wind flow,

Fair as snow,

High above the river’s flow,

Where the wheat dost grow,

Its wings’ ne’er didst overflow,

Nor bring about woe,

Eyes dark as those of a doe,

Along thrice rivers the oars do row,

There where all must bow,

To the King, they do bend low,

White as snow,

Pale as above, as below,

No…