William Watson - The Lute-Player

William Watson - The Lute-Player

She was a lady great and splendid, br I was a minstrel in her halls. br A warrior like a prince attended br Stayed his steed by the castle walls. br br Far had he fared to gaze upon her. br 'O rest thee now, Sir Knight,' she said. br The warrior wooed, the warrior won her, br In time of snowdrops they were wed. br I made sweet music in his honour, br And longed to strike him dead.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

Duration: 00:49

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