She spake, in her vexation:
“Sir King, it seems to me
This chamberlain of yours is
with all my goods so free
He soon will leave me nothing:
he throws my gold away!
I shall be aye beholden
to him who this can stay.
She spake, in her vexation:
“Sir King, it seems to me
This chamberlain of yours is
with all my goods so free
He soon will leave me nothing:
he throws my gold away!
I shall be aye beholden
to him who this can stay.