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"This is Sir Robert of Fontanlee,
A young knight and a fair to see;
This is Sir Stephen of Fontanlee,
Sir Robert's second brother was he;
This is Sir John of Fontanlee,
He was the youngest of the three.
"For their father's truth did they
Freely give their lives away,
And till he doth home return,
Sadly here we sit and mourn."
These sad words they having said,
Every one down sank his head;
Till in accents strangely spoken,
At their sides was silence broken.
"I do bring you news from far,
False was the Fontanlee in war!
--Unbend your bright swords from my breast,
I that do speak do know it best."
Wide he flung his mantle free;
Lo, it was the Fontanlee!
Then the squires like stricken men
Sank into their seats again,
And their cheeks in wet tears steeping
Fresh and faster fell a weeping.
He with footsteps soft and slow
Round to his sons' heads did go;
Sadly he looked on every one,
And stooped and kissed the youngest, John.


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