But he was now to bid adieu
To scenes he lov’d full well;
He had vow’d, as loyal lord and true,
To follow his king the crusade through,
To lands o’er which the simoom blew,
Till the Moslem crescent fell.
Now, in the castle hall he stood,
His ladye on his arm—
He waited there, before he rode,
Trusting his lovely bride with God,