The Ballad of the King's Daughter

'If my Love come to me over the water,
 * Lowly born, and the King stood by,

How should I greet him, a Monarch's daughter&mdash;
 * Coldly, strangely, and haughtily?

If my Love come to me over the land,
 * Lowly born, and the King stood by,

Should I kiss him, or give him a frozen hand,
 * Coldly, strangely, and haughtily?'

Many came to her over the water,
 * Princes all, and the King stood by;

But she gave them the scorn of a Monarch's daughter,
 * Coldly, strangely, and haughtily.

Many came to her over the land,
 * Princes all, and the King stood by;

But she gave them to kiss a frozen hand,
 * Coldly, strangely, and haughtily.

There came to her one from over the water,
 * Lowly born, and the King stood by;

And the warm blood flushed through the Monarch's daughter,
 * And lo! she fell on his neck with a cry.

Many there be by land and water,
 * (Wait and watch ye patiently)

That gave their love to a Monarch's daughter,
 * That bound their heart in the days gone by.

Hope is little by land or water,
 * Wait and watch ye patiently.

Gold wins not a Monarch's daughter,
 * Neither jewels nor bravery.

Get ye fame by land and water,
 * That your name live and do not die,

And ye win the love of a Monarch's daughter&hellip;
 * Little of blessing comes thereby.