Will the red sun never set!?

A. Woodforde-Finden

Will the red sun never set?

Will the daylight never die?

I am mad with a wild regret,

There is blood in the angry sky.

Mine errand is dark as the night!

Oh bridegroom I bear thee a gift;

Mine arm is strong and my steel is bright,

And my dagger is sure and swift.

Thou hast purchased thee a maid;

But the maid shall ne'er be wife

Till her lover in full be paid

With thy life, poor fool, with thy life.

Mine errand,

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