When I set out for Lyonnesse, br A hundred miles away, br The rime was on the spray, br And starlight lit my lonesomeness br When I set out for Lyonnesse br A hundred miles away. br br What would bechance at Lyonnesse br While I should sojourn there br No prophet durst declare, br Nor did the wisest wizard guess br What would bechance at Lyonnesse br While I should sojourn there.