O where have you been, my own true love,
This long seven year and more?
O I´m come to seek my former vows
You granted me before.
I might have had a king´s daughter,
Far, far beyond the sea;
I might have had a king´s daughter,
Had it not been for love of thee.
If you might have had a king´s daughter,
Yourself you have to blame,
You might have taken a king´daughter,
For you knew that I was nane.
If I should leave my husband dear
And my two babes also,
O what have you to take me to
If with you I should go?
I have seven ships upon the sea,
The eighth brought me to land;
With four-and-twenty bold mariners,
And music on every hand.
She set her foot upone the ship,
No mariners could she behold;
But the sails were of the taffetie,
And the masts of the beaten gold.
They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
Until she spied his cloven foot,
And she wept right bitterly.
O what hills, what hills are those, my love,
Those hills so bright and high?
Those are the hills of heavens, my love,
But not for you or I.
And what hills, what hills are those, my love,
Those hills so dark and low?
Those are the hills of hell, my love,
Where you and I must go.
Simplemente, sublime....
Fin...
