In at a beggar’s, poor and old,
Who dwelt a space beyond the wall,
He and his lady turned, and told
How he was but a minstrel-thrall;
He asked the beggar news of all
That had befallen: who was king,
Or who the ruler in the hall:
The beggar told him everything.
Who dwelt a space beyond the wall,
He and his lady turned, and told
How he was but a minstrel-thrall;
He asked the beggar news of all
That had befallen: who was king,
Or who the ruler in the hall:
The beggar told him everything.
How the fair queen was rapt away
Ten years agone, by fairy spell;
And how the king the self-same day
Had gone; none knew where he might dwell;
And how the steward ruled full well;
And many other things he told.
Then Orfeo left the beggar’s cell
And Heurodis with the beggar old.
Ten years agone, by fairy spell;
And how the king the self-same day
Had gone; none knew where he might dwell;
And how the steward ruled full well;
And many other things he told.
Then Orfeo left the beggar’s cell
And Heurodis with the beggar old.
Straightway the beggar’s rags he took;
He took his merry harp, and went
He took his merry harp, and went
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