But soon the song was broken:
Tho’ songs are sweet, oh! sweeter far
Are words in kindness spoken:
She loves him for himself alone,
Disguise no more he’ll borrow,
The minstrel’s rank at length is known,—
She’ll grace a court to-morrow.
But soon the song was broken:
Tho’ songs are sweet, oh! sweeter far
Are words in kindness spoken:
She loves him for himself alone,
Disguise no more he’ll borrow,
The minstrel’s rank at length is known,—
She’ll grace a court to-morrow.