DOUBLE BALLAD. OF THE SINGERS OF THE TIME.
I.
Why are our songs like the moan of the main,
When the wild winds buffet it to and fro,
(Our brothers ask us again and again),
A weary burden of hope laid low?
Have birds ceased singing or flowers to blow?
Is life cast down from its fair estate?
This I answer them, nothing mo',
Songs and singers are out of date.