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Catch’t e the burd-lime’s trecherus twigs,    To weer he chanc’d to stray, The burd iz fassend fathers leaves,    Then gladly flies away.

Then felt for his sword, but chanc'd on a cane, And rush'd at the stageman, to cleave him in twain.

Just in the center of the camp arose An elm, whose shade invited to repose; Thither I rov'd, and at the cool retreat A brave, tho' rough-cast, soldier chanc'd to meet: No fop in arms, no feather on his head, No glittering toys the manly warrior had, His auburne face the least employ'd his care, He left it to the females to be fair; And tho't the men, whom shining trifles sway, But pageant soldiers for a sun-shine day.

II Just at the very moment that in burst Dankwart so, It chanc'd the young Prince Ortlieb was carried to and fro From table unto table; the news of that fell strife, So sudden brought among them, cost the fair child his life.

In Lauderdale I chanc'd to walk, And heard a lady's moan, Lamenting for her dearest dear, And aye she cried, ohon!