William Watson 1858 - 1935

She was a lady great and splendid
I was a minstrel in her [halls]
A warrior like a prince attended
[Stayed his steed by the castle walls]

Far had he fared to gaze upon her;
`Oh rest thee now Sir Knight!` she said.
The warrior wooed the warrior won her
In time of snowdrops they were wed.
I made sweet music in his honour --
And longed to strike him dead.

I passed at midnight from her portal
Throughout the world till death I [rove]
Ah let me make this Lute immortal
With rapture of my hate and love!