XVIII
You couldna see her yellow hair
For the strings o’ pearls was twisted there.
XIX
You couldna see her fingers sma’,
Wi’ diamond rings they were cover’d a’.
XX
And by there cam a harper fine,
That harpit to the king at dine.
XXI
And when he look’d that lady on,
He sigh’d and made a heavy moan.
XXII
He’s made a harp of her breast-bane,
Whose sound wad melt a heart of stane.