The Ballad of the King's Daughter

'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.