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The halt and the Hawks last flght
Posted by: paul Whittaker (193.131.112.---)
Date: April 09, 2004 06:52PM

I think that this is the title of a poem that I am looking for.
The first line is,
I have lived my life, I have fought my fight, I have had my share of wine


Re: The halt and the Hawks last flght
Posted by: ilza (---.162.245.24.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: April 16, 2004 03:47PM

I have fought my fight, I have lived my life,
I have drunk my share of wine;
From Trier to Colin there was never a knight
Let a merrier life than mine.

- Charles Kingsley, The Knight's Leap


Re: The halt and the Hawks last flght
Posted by: ilza (---.162.245.24.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: April 16, 2004 03:47PM

I found this :

The Legend of Altenhair (Knight’s Leap)

Well, the foemen have fired the gates, men of mine
And the water is spent and gone
So bring me a cup of the Red Ar Wine
I shall never drink but this one
So bring my harness and saddle my horse
And lead him around by the door
He must make such a leap tonight perforce
As a horse never took before


Chorus:
I have fought my fight I have lived my life
I have drunk my share of wine
From Trier to Cologne ‘twas never a knight
Lead a merrier life than mine


Well, I’ve lived in the saddle for years two score
And if I must die on a tree
This old saddle-bow which has born me of yore
Is the properest timber for me
Then tell to Bishop, to Berger, to Priest
How the Altenhair hawk can die
If you smoke the old falcon out of his nest
He will take to his wings and fly

Chorus

So he harnessed himself in the pale moonlight
And he mounted his horse at the door
And drained such a cup of the red Ar Wine
As a man never drank before
Then he spurred his old war-horse
Held him tight and leapt him over the wall
Out over the cliff out into the night
Three hundred feet to fall

Chorus

He was found next morning below in the glen
With never a bone in him whole
Say a mass or a prayer good travelers all
For such a bold rider’s soul

Chorus


Re: The halt and the Hawks last flght
Posted by: paul Whittaker (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: April 17, 2004 03:32PM

many thanks. ilza.




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