(folk music) - A quill pen
When I was taken from the fair body,
They then cut off my head,
And thus my shape was altered.
It's I that make peace between king and king,
And many a true lover glad
All this I do, and ten times more,
And more I could do still
But nothing can I do
Without my guider's will.
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