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