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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Troubadour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A troubadour he played<br>Without a castle wall,<br>Within, a hapless maid<br>Responded to his call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, willow, woe is me!<br>Alack and well-a-day!<br>If I were only free<br>I'd hide me far away!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unknown her face and name,<br>But this he knew right well,<br>The maiden's wailing came<br>From out a dungeon cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hapless woman lay<br>Within that dungeon grim -<br>That fact, I've heard him say,<br>Was quite enough for him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I will not sit or lie,<br>Or eat or drink, I vow,<br>Till thou art free as I,<br>Or I as pent as thou."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her tears then ceased to flow,<br>Her wails no longer rang,<br>And tuneful in her woe<br>The prisoned maiden sang:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, stranger, as you play,<br>I recognize your touch;<br>And all that I can say<br>Is, thank you very much."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He seized his clarion straight,<br>And blew thereat, until<br>A warden oped the gate.<br>"Oh, what might be your will?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I've come, Sir Knave, to see<br>The master of these halls:<br>A maid unwillingly<br>Lies prisoned in their walls."'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With barely stifled sigh<br>That porter drooped his head,<br>With teardrops in his eye,<br>"A many, sir," he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stayed to hear no more,<br>But pushed that porter by,<br>And shortly stood before<br>SIR HUGH DE PECKHAM RYE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SIR HUGH he darkly frowned,<br>"What would you, sir, with me?"<br>The troubadour he downed<br>Upon his bended knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I've come, DE PECKHAM RYE,<br>To do a Christian task;<br>You ask me what would I?<br>It is not much I ask.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Release these maidens, sir,<br>Whom you dominion o'er -<br>Particularly her<br>Upon the second floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And if you don't, my lord" -<br>He here stood bolt upright,<br>And tapped a tailor's sword -<br>"Come out, you cad, and fight!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SIR HUGH he called - and ran<br>The warden from the gate:<br>"Go, show this gentleman<br>The maid in Forty-eight."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By many a cell they past,<br>And stopped at length before<br>A portal, bolted fast:<br>The man unlocked the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He called inside the gate<br>With coarse and brutal shout,<br>"Come, step it, Forty-eight!"<br>And Forty-eight stepped out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"They gets it pretty hot,<br>The maidens what we cotch -<br>Two years this lady's got<br>For collaring a wotch."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, ah! - indeed - I see,"<br>The troubadour exclaimed -<br>"If I may make so free,<br>How is this castle named?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warden's eyelids fill,<br>And sighing, he replied,<br>"Of gloomy Pentonville<br>This is the female side!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The minstrel did not wait<br>The Warden stout to thank,<br>But recollected straight<br>He'd business at the Bank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539056" data-title="The Troubadour de William Schwenck Gilbert" data-description="A troubadour he played Without a castle wall, Within, a hapless maid Responded to his call. "Oh, willow, woe is me! Alack and well-a-day! If I were only free I'd hide me far away!" Unknown her face and name, But this he knew right well..."></div> </div> </div>
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