But with his harp he sadly strode
Barefooted from the castle gate,
Alone to wander where he would.
Alas! how woeful was his state!
Barefooted from the castle gate,
Alone to wander where he would.
Alas! how woeful was his state!
Alas! the wailing in the hall,
When he that had been king with crown,
Went like a beggar from them all.
In poverty he left the town;
Through wood and waste and dreary down
And towards the wilds he set his face;
Now found he deserts bleak and brown
And naught to ease his woeful case.
When he that had been king with crown,
Went like a beggar from them all.
In poverty he left the town;
Through wood and waste and dreary down
And towards the wilds he set his face;
Now found he deserts bleak and brown
And naught to ease his woeful case.
He that had worn but garments gay
And slumbered in a purple bed,
New on the barren heather lay,
His couch with leaves and grasses spread.
He that had castles turreted,
Rivers, and forests, fields, and flowers,
Now had the snow and sleet instead,
And passed in woe his weary hours,
And slumbered in a purple bed,
New on the barren heather lay,
His couch with leaves and grasses spread.
He that had castles turreted,
Rivers, and forests, fields, and flowers,
Now had the snow and sleet instead,
And passed in woe his weary hours,
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