1 '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? 2 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?' 3 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. 4 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. 5 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. 6 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. 7 Hope is little by land or water, Wait and watch ye patiently. Gold wins not a Monarch's daughter, Neither jewels nor bravery. 8 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.
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