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The Fountain of Maribo, and Other Ballads

The Fountain of Maribo, and Other Ballads

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the
FOUNTAIN OF MARIBO
and other ballads

by
GEORGE BORROW

London:
printed for private circulation

1913

Copyright in the United States of America
by Houghton Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter.

THE FOUNTAIN OF MARIBO
or
THE QUEEN AND THE ALGREVE

The Algreve [7] he his bugle wound
   The long night all
The Queen in bower heard the sound,
   I’m passion’s thrall.

The Queen her little page address’d,
   The long night all
“To come to me the Greve request,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

He came, before the board stood he,
   The long night all
“Wherefore, O Queen, has sent for me?”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“As soon as e’er my lord is dead,
   The long night all
Thou shalt rule o’er my gold so red,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“O speak not, Queen, in such wild style,
   The long night all
Thou know’st not who may list the while,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

She fondly thought alone they were,
   The long night all
There stood the King, to all gave ear,
   I’m passion’s thrall.

The King two serving men address’d,
   The long night all
“To come to me the Queen request,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“Hear thou, my Queen, so fair and sleek,
   The long night all
What with the Algreve didst thou speak?”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“The speech that I with him did hold,
   The long night all
Was all about thy actions bold,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“The King two servants did command,
   The long night all
“Bid ye the Greve before me stand,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“Hear thou, my Greve, what with my Queen
   The long night all
Didst thou discourse of yestere’en?”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“The whole discourse that we did hold,
   The long night all
Was of thy virtues manifold,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

The King his little page address’d,
   The long night all
“To come to me the cook request,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“Thou cook, the Greve to pieces chop,
   The long night all
And to thy Lady serve him up,”
   I’m passion’s thrall.

Long sat the Queen, the meat she eyed,
   The long night all
“This is no Roe I’m satisfied,
   I’m passion’s thrall.

“But ’tis the Greve our hall who grac’d.”
   The long night all
The pieces she collects in haste,
   I’m passion’s thrall.

She wrapped them in white ermine skin,
   The long night all
A gilded

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