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A stranger on his horse
Plotted his favoured course;
Straight to the old castle
Without any hassle.

I should know your name, but I've lost it,
hidden in my mind I must admit.
Set it free to roam till it comes home
to match your face a perfect fit.

A decade short of a century
I prize you for all you have done.
You rule well over our country,
Many people's heart you have won.