Squireless Kate

My Knight is over the sea, cried Kate:
The Foe is knocking at the gate:
No living man in my cause can fight:
I must be my own true Knight.
She's buckled her armour, she's met the Foe,
She's swung her blade, & left him low.
They that saw the deed declare,
Never was combat so gallant as there.

Brave Kate! Bonny Kate!
As many a squire as the Queen possesses,
All would wait on Squireless Kate
For just one lock of her tresses.
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