She was given away and evilly wed,
Joy from her bosom quickly fled.
On Sunday she was a graceful bride,
On Monday a prisoner sad she sigh’d.
“O what, my Lord, have I done to thee?”
“Woman, I had no gold with thee.
“This have I, Dame, to say to thee,
Thou brought’st no silver home to me.”
“Thou knowest I brought thee as my dower
Eight full coffers to thy bower.
“Two filled with silver, white to see,
And two with gold so ruddy of blee.
“Two filled with sable and mard skins rare,
And two with pelts of deer and of bear.
“Upon thy father I bestow’d
Gilded saddle and courser proud.
“Upon thy mother did I bestow
Scarlet to place her feet below.
“To thy brother a ship from off the wave,
To your sister gold from my breast I gave.