[...]
"Oh yes, I will marry your daughter Janet
By the truth of my right hand
Why yes, I will marry your daughter Janet
But I'll not be the lord of your land."
And he's mounted her on a milk-white steed
And himself on a dapple grey
He has made her the lady of as much land
As she shall ride in a long summer's day.
—Willy O'Winsbury, traditional
No comments:
Post a Comment