I sailed the heart of the year away,
And I sailed the seal of another twain,
And I loved my love for every day
When shone the Sun or rained the rain.
Years were three and I harked me back
To the hawthorn glen in the golden morn,
I heard the beagle upon my track
And I cursed the soul where the sin was born.
Your love is gone (in scorn they said),