Lady Clare
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- Lord Ronald courted Lady Clare,
- I trow they did not part in scorn;
- Lord Ronald, her cousin, courted her
- And they will wed the morrow morn.
- "He does not love me for my birth,
- Nor for my lands so broad and fair;
- He loves me for my own true worth,
- And that is well," said Lady Clare.
- In there came old Alice the nurse,
- Said, "Who was this that went from thee?"
- "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare,
- "To-morrow he weds with me."
- "O God be thank'd!" said Alice the nurse,
- "That all comes round so just and fair:
- Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands,
- And you are not the Lady Clare."
- "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?"
- Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?"
- "As God's above," said Alice the nurse,
- "I speak the truth: you are my child.
- "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast;
- I speak the truth, as I live by bread!
- I buried her like my own sweet child,
- And put my child in her stead."
- "Falsely, falsely have ye done,
- O mother," she said, "if this be true,
- To keep the best man under the sun
- So many years from his due.
- "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse,
- "But keep the secret for your life,
- And all you have will be Lord Ronald's,
- When you are man and wife."
- "If I'm a beggar born," she said,
- "I will speak out, for I dare not lie.
- Pull off, pull off, the broach of gold,
- And fling the diamond necklace by."
- "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse,
- "But keep the secret all ye can."
- She said, "Not so: but I will know
- If there be any faith in man."
- "Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse,
- "The man will cleave unto his right."
- "And he shall have it," the lady replied,
- "Though I should die to-night."
- "Yet give one kiss to your mother dear!
- Alas, my child, I sinn'd for thee."
- "O mother, mother, mother," she said,
- "So strange it seems to me.
- "Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear,
- My mother dear, if this be so,
- And lay your hand upon my head,
- And bless me, mother, ere I go."
- She clad herself in a russet gown,
- She was no longer Lady Clare:
- She went by dale, and she went by down,
- With a single rose in her hair.
- Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower:
- "O Lady Clare, you shame your worth!
- Why come you drest like a village maid,
- That are the flower of the earth?"
- "If I come drest like a village maid,
- I am but as my fortunes are:
- I am a beggar born," she said,
- "And not the Lady Clare."
- "Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald,
- "For I am yours in word and in deed.
- Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald,
- "Your riddle is hard to read."
- O and proudly stood she up!
- Her heart within her did not fail:
- She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes,
- And told him all her nurse's tale.
- He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn:
- He turn'd, and kiss'd her where she stood:
- "If you are not the heiress born,
- And I," said he, "the next in blood—
- "If you are not the heiress born,
- And I," said he, "the lawful heir,
- We two will wed to-morrow morn,
- And you shall still be Lady Clare."
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