STROLLERS.
Reading edition
I.
We have no castles, We have no vassals, We have no riches, no gems and no gold; Nothing to ponder, Nothing to squander— Let us go wander As minstrels of old.
II.
You with your lute, love, I with my flute, love, Let us make music by mountain and sea; You with your glances, I with my dances, Singing romances Of old chivalry.
III.
"Derry down derry! Good folk, be merry! Hither, and hearken where happiness is!— Never go borrow Care of to-morrow, Never go sorrow While life hath a kiss."
IV.
Let the day gladden Or the night sadden, We will be merry in sunshine or snow; You with your rhyme, love, I with my chime, love, We will make time, love, Dance as we go.
V.
Nothing is ours, Only the flowers, Meadows, and stars, and the heavens above; Nothing to lie for, Nothing to sigh for, Nothing to die for While still we have love.
VI.
"Derry down derry! Good folk, be merry! Hither, and hearken a word that is sooth:— Care ye not any, If ye have many Or not a penny, If still ye have youth!"