'Maiden Fair,
With the golden hair
I ask you, will you give your thoughts
For a scarlet rose? ' asked the squire.
But an answer he never got
For the Maiden Fair jumped on her horse
And road to Camelot
Poor dear soul
If only she knew
The squire was really a Prince with a silver heart
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