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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