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A ship with
shields before the sun,
Six maidens round the mast,
A red gold-crown on every one,
A green gown on the
last.
The fluttering green banners there
Are
wrought with ladies' heads most fair,
And a
portraiture of Guenevere
The middle of each sail doth
bear.
A ship with sails before the wind,
And
round the helm six knights,
Their heaumes are on,
whereby half blind,
They pass by many sights.
The tattered scarlet banners there,
Right soon will
leave the spear-heads bare.
Those six knights
sorrowfully bear
In all their heaumes some yellow
hair.
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