Classic Poem

Come hearken good friends to this story so true
Of a lord of high degree;
Concerning the love of this bonny young prince,
The King of his own countree.

His true love so fair from a far distant shore,
No lands and no gold had she;
But he swore by the seal of the ring on his hand
That faithful he'd ever be.

His brothers were wrath, and his mother she wept,
Saying, " Son, take warning from me!
The one that you love is of humble birth
And a Queen she could never be. "

But the King said " No, " to the Queen Mother's plea
For a strong-willed man was he;
" I'll give up my throne, for the woman I love!
She must come along with me. "

So the bonny young King, he cast off his crown,
" Take it all! Take it all! " said he,
" I'll take my own love and live in exile
On the shores of some far countree. "