And to the lady cried,

   "I'll show thee where thy luck shall be,

    And the lord of Muncaster's pride."

   The lady watched this kinsman false,

    And he lifted the casket high:

   "Oh! look not so, Sir William,"

    And bitterly she did cry.

   But the traitor knight dashed the casket down

    To the ground, that blessèd token;

   "Lie there," then said that false one now,

    "Proud Muncaster's charm is broken!"

   The lady shrieked, the lady wailed,

    While the false knight fled amain:

   But never durst Muncaster's lord, I trow,

    Ope that blessèd shrine again!

   PART THIRD.

   The knight of Muncaster went to woo,

    And he rode with the whirlwind's speed,

   For the lady was coy, and the lover was proud,

    And he hotly spurred his steed.

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