The Secret Assassin.
He smuggled her on board one darksome night.
In deepest hold she lay,
Till safe at sea.
And when at last they found the stow-away
The hearts of all rejoiced that she was free
While midst the sick she moved a minist'ring sprite.
When, too, they heard she'd saved Sir Harold's life
And why she wished to fly
Her native land,
They swore, as salt tears filled each manly eye,
To be her knight till safe on England's strand;
And happy would he be who won her then for wife!
On deck, one eve, she told Sir Harold, how,
She'd seen an English knight,
Sir Ralph by name,
Deal him his wound, then rush into the fight
And fall. He died; so never more could claim
Rowena's hand. Now would her haughty sire relent his vow?
In deepest hold she lay,
Till safe at sea.
And when at last they found the stow-away
The hearts of all rejoiced that she was free
While midst the sick she moved a minist'ring sprite.
When, too, they heard she'd saved Sir Harold's life
And why she wished to fly
Her native land,
They swore, as salt tears filled each manly eye,
To be her knight till safe on England's strand;
And happy would he be who won her then for wife!
On deck, one eve, she told Sir Harold, how,
She'd seen an English knight,
Sir Ralph by name,
Deal him his wound, then rush into the fight
And fall. He died; so never more could claim
Rowena's hand. Now would her haughty sire relent his vow?
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