Llewellyn Flinthaven
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXX
(Englynion)
Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Far away from hearth and home
Nevermore to trod the loam.
Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Huntington has cut him down
Sent him to another round.
Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Sir Donald took up the slack
And dealt him a mighty whack.
Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
'Neath the cold and headless land
Sword and shield near to hand.
Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Marina's tears, they are keen
Until Crown comes with the Spring.
-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
...always pleased to spin a yarn
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