To the minstrel said the king,
"Sing you mournful songs or glad?"
"Nay, sire, 'tis of life I sing;
Gay to-day, to-morrow sad."
"Sing you mournful songs or glad?"
"Nay, sire, 'tis of life I sing;
Gay to-day, to-morrow sad."
"Minstrel, tell us not of tears;
Dulcet notes to joy belong."
"Nay, sire, he who sorrow fears
Will not hear the sweetest song."
Dulcet notes to joy belong."
"Nay, sire, he who sorrow fears
Will not hear the sweetest song."
