| The Lady She Knew How to Dress |
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| Fair Eleanor of Aquitaine |
| Not one to miss a chance |
| Swept into court and caught the eye |
| Of Louis, prince of France. |
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| Full fifteen yards around her hem |
| For each fair year a yard |
| This lovely maid from Aquitaine |
| And Louis were soon wed. |
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| Now march to free the Holy Land |
| Bernard of Clairvaux blazed |
| And Louis, now king, was fired with zeal |
| To go on that Crusade. |
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| Nothing would do but Eleanor |
| Would ride at Louis' side |
| And to her came, of high degree |
| Fair maids from far and wide. |
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| Queen Eleanor's Guard, they were called |
| They drilled on steeds so fine |
| And many gasped in circles high |
| And did their dress malign. |
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| White tunics bright, slit up the sides |
| Bared legs, tight-stockings dressed |
| Red leather boots up to their knees |
| Red crosses on their breasts. |
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| With royal crest upon her arm |
| And in her hat a plume |
| Fair Eleanor against the Saracen |
| Led Europe's finest bloom. |
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| Fair lady from the Courts of Love |
| What grand dreams did you chase? |
| Those knights sighed O, who rode with you |
| So boldly did you dress. |
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