Tatterdemalion
O! I will wear a tattered gown
And ash my breast shall cover,
For my bird has gone to the clanging town,
To the hand of my valiant lover!
But still myself shall sit and sing,
By the bed of the old blind king.
O! If I slept in bright array
And bound my hair with beauty,
I'd follow my bird to a feckless day
And leave this dearer duty
In ash I'll sit, in rags I'll sing,
By the bed of the old blind king.
And ash my breast shall cover,
For my bird has gone to the clanging town,
To the hand of my valiant lover!
But still myself shall sit and sing,
By the bed of the old blind king.
O! If I slept in bright array
And bound my hair with beauty,
I'd follow my bird to a feckless day
And leave this dearer duty
In ash I'll sit, in rags I'll sing,
By the bed of the old blind king.
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