Work-a-day Warriors/A Ballad of Dead Loves
A BALLAD OF DEAD LOVES
A-long ago, when the world was young,
And spears were shivered, and lutes were strung,
And songs slid from the minstrel's tongue—
Ah! woe is me!
A knight sailed over the Spanish Main,
He sailed—but he came not back again—
Ah! woe is me!
And spears were shivered, and lutes were strung,
And songs slid from the minstrel's tongue—
Ah! woe is me!
A knight sailed over the Spanish Main,
He sailed—but he came not back again—
Ah! woe is me!
A-long ago was a ladye fair,
With cyne of blue and with golden hair;
When her love came not she was full of care—
Ah woe is me!
She pined—but she pined not quite away,
She wed with the knight who survived the fray—
Ah! woe is me!
With cyne of blue and with golden hair;
When her love came not she was full of care—
Ah woe is me!
She pined—but she pined not quite away,
She wed with the knight who survived the fray—
Ah! woe is me!