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When I shall laugh as well!
And he that laughs the last, lads,
Laughs well, laughs well!
And he that laughs the last, lads,
Laughs well, laughs well!
He’s lord of many a burg and farm
And mickle thralls and gold,
And I am but my own right arm,
My dwelling-place the wold.
But when we twain meet face to face,
He will not laugh so bold.
And mickle thralls and gold,
And I am but my own right arm,
My dwelling-place the wold.
But when we twain meet face to face,
He will not laugh so bold.
The shame he chuckles as he shows
This time he need not tell;
I’ll give his body to the crows,
And his black soul to Hell.
For he that laughs the last, lads,
Laughs well, laughs well!
This time he need not tell;
I’ll give his body to the crows,
And his black soul to Hell.
For he that laughs the last, lads,
Laughs well, laughs well!
THE KING’S SON.
“Daughter, daughter, marry no man,
Though a king’s son come to woo,
If he be not more than blessing or ban
To the secret soul of you.”
Though a king’s son come to woo,
If he be not more than blessing or ban
To the secret soul of you.”
“’T is the King’s son, indeed, I ween,
And he left me even but now,
And he shall make me a dazzling queen,
With a gold crown on my brow.”
And he left me even but now,
And he shall make me a dazzling queen,
With a gold crown on my brow.”
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