“Right evil sound his measures,
his strokes are bloody red;
Ay, and his tunes have smitten
full many a hero dead.
I know not what against us
this minstrel doth attest,
For never have I harbour’d
so downright ill a guest!”
“Right evil sound his measures,
his strokes are bloody red;
Ay, and his tunes have smitten
full many a hero dead.
I know not what against us
this minstrel doth attest,
For never have I harbour’d
so downright ill a guest!”