When I will come a-courtin' All to the Shornhelm maids I'll have a cart all full of silk And ribbons for their braids. And wandered he all through the planes Searching for his bride But Akatosh has cast him out In sanction for his pride. One crown to glory bring But only blood and death to show them One crown to glory bring For Ranser's folly, died.
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