Once upon a long time ago,
There lived a maiden fair
In her warm and cozy abode
Near the edge of a deep river.
Far across on the other bank,
There lived a handsome lad,
The bravest in all the land,
In his castle near the sands.
Every so often, the fair maiden
Would come down to the river.
With lilting notes, she would sing
Songs that floated in the zephyr.
One day, the princely lad heard
Her voice carried by the breeze,
And he sang in reply to her
In the purple twilight of one eve.
And with the songs, their love grew.
They longed to meet each other.
But their wishes were tossed askew
By the raging and abysmal river.
Never to give up, the young lad
Set out to seek the maiden fair.
On his steed, he rode far and wide
Till he found a bridge to cross over.
O! They were the happiest lovers,
And soon, they wed at the altar.
Singing their love songs together,
They lived joyfully ever after.
And if you don’t believe this tale
Of the fair maiden and her true lover,
Ask the witness who lived to tell –
It is the bridge across the river.
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