SONG (After an old English tune)

I will bring thee a silver crown. I will bring thee an ell of vair, Cloth of gold and ermine rare To make thee a gown. Thou hast brought me a marble frown. Thou hast brought me a cold, cold stare, Heart of lead and wry despair, And a mad-man’s swown. I will bring thee a leaden crown, Cloth of Raines in thirty-fold! I will bring thee a bed on the wold To lay thee down. Thou hast brought me out of the town To the earth upturned where the bell is tolled— Fires of hell and the river’s cold My sorrows drown!