The Dole of the King's Daughter - Caprice
Seven stars in the still water
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter
Deep in her soul to lie
Roses are at her feet
Roses are red in her red-gold hair
And O where her bosom and girdle meet
Red roses are hidden there
Red roses are hidden there
Red roses are hidden there
Fair is the knight who lies slain
Amid the rush and reed
See the lean fishes that are fain
Upon dead men to feed
Sweet is the page that lies there
Cloth of gold is goodly prey
See the black ravens in the air
Black O black as the night are they
What do they there so stark and dead
There is blood upon his hand
Why are the lilies flecked with red
There is blood on the river sand
There are two that ride from the south and east
And two from the north and west
For the black raven a goodly feast
For the King's daughter rest
There is one man who loves her true
Red O red is the stain of gore
He dug a grave by the darksome yew
One grave will do for four
No moon in the still heaven
In the black water none
The sins on her soul are seven
The sin upon his is one
One one upon his is one
One one upon his is one
One upon his is one