Long, long before I saw his face.

 

 

III

III

 

I jested over-much in days of old,

I jested over-much in days of old,

 

I looked on sorrow once and did not care,

I looked on sorrow once and did not care,

 

Now Love hath crowned my head with very gold,

Now Love hath crowned my head with very gold,

 

I will be worthy of the joy I wear.

I will be worthy of the joy I wear.

 

 

There is not one a-hungered or a-cold

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