The Ballad of
the King’s Daughter

(OLD BALLAD)

'If my Love come to me over the water, 
  Lowly born, and the King stood by,
How should I greet him, a Monarch's daughter— 
  Coldly, strangely, and haughtily?

If my Love come to me over the land, 
  Lowly born, and the King stood by,
Should I kiss him, or give him a frozen hand, 
  Coldly, strangely, and haughtily?'

Many came to her over the water, 
  Princes all, and the King stood by;
But she gave them the scorn of a Monarch's daughter, 
  Coldly, strangely and haughtily.

Many came to her over the land, 
  Princes all, and the King stood by;
But she gave them to kiss a frozen hand, 
  Coldly, strangely, and haughtily.

There came to her one from over the water, 
  Lowly born, and the King stood by;
And the warm blood flushed through the Monarch's daughter, 
  And lo! she fell on his neck with a cry.

Many there be by land and water,
   (Wait and watch ye patiently)
That gave their love to a Monarch's daughter, 
  That bound their heart in the days gone by.

Hope is little by land or water, 
  Wait and watch ye patiently.
Gold wins not a Monarch's daughter, 
  Neither jewels nor bravery .

Get ye fame by land and water,
  That your name live and do not die,
And ye win the love of a Monarch's daughter . . . 
  Little of blessing comes thereby.