Two maids uprose in the shimmering light Of the clanging battle-morn ; And one was tressed like the bird of night, And one like the ripening corn. Then outspoke she of the raven locks, And her dark eyes glowed like wine: "If he slay the foe, the knight I know, He shall win this heart of mine !" But softlier she of the yellow hair, And her blue eyes 'gan to fill ; "Though he gain or lose, the one J choose, He shall be my true-love still." It is said that within the past forty years only one man has ever made good his escape from Dart-
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King Country Chronicle, Volume IV, Issue 280, 27 July 1910, Page 4
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118Page 4 Advertisements Column 4 King Country Chronicle, Volume IV, Issue 280, 27 July 1910, Page 4
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