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She was a prince’s daughter, who castles owned and lands;
The fire must now be lighted by her, with fair white hands,
While in the room well heated Gerlind’s ladies rested.
For all the work she was doing no thanks on her by them were ever wasted.
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Now you well may wonder to hear her sorry plight.
For Gerlind’s lowest wenches she drudged both day and night;
Whatever task they set her, to do must she be willing.
It helped her not with the Normans that she at home a lofty rank was filling.