“O, mighty Queen, and noble,
why grieve ye for this gold?
When unto you king Etzel
such kindliness doth hold,
That when his eyes behold you,
he’ll give such riches rare
That you can never spend it:
that, lady, will I swear.”
“O, mighty Queen, and noble,
why grieve ye for this gold?
When unto you king Etzel
such kindliness doth hold,
That when his eyes behold you,
he’ll give such riches rare
That you can never spend it:
that, lady, will I swear.”