Taken away by a scoundrel,
My knight, my prince, is gone.
The scoundrel everyone knows,
I knew the other; noble, royal!
The scoundrel stood dead drunk;
Proud, straight, clear minded, stood the knight.
The scoundrel scoffed God,
For humankind the knight stood right.
The scoundrel gests obscene;
Such grace, my prince, so noble!
The scoundrel is a liar,
The prince bears the blazon of truth.
Was it the scoundrel took
Away my prince - or he, the knight,
Saved me from the scoundrel?
Either way, blame's on the latter.
My knight, my prince, is gone,
And all because of a scoundrel.
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