“She weareth here my girdle,
which I so long have lost,
My ring of red gold likewise.
To me ’tis bittermost
That e’er my mother bore me.
An’ thou wilt not disprove,
O king, this grievous scandal,
no longer thee I’ll love.”
“She weareth here my girdle,
which I so long have lost,
My ring of red gold likewise.
To me ’tis bittermost
That e’er my mother bore me.
An’ thou wilt not disprove,
O king, this grievous scandal,
no longer thee I’ll love.”