"For three-score miles he must not tire,
To bear me to my bride.
"His foot must be swift, though my heart be slow;
He carries me towards my sorrow;
To the Earl's proud daughter I made my vow,
And I must wed her to-morrow."
The Lord's son stood at the altar stone,—
The Earl's proud daughter near:
"And what is that ring you have gotten on,
That you kiss so oft and so dear?