I LORDED in an ancient hall, Sing merrily, sing merrily, The night owl haunts the fire-laid wall, And I will laugh until I die. I loved a maiden fair as Heaven, Sing merrily, sing merrily, A weary wife to a churl is given, And I will laugh until I die. My worshipped mother was my pride, Sing merrily, sing merrily, A stain was on her when she died, And I will laugh until I die. I had a sister, dear to me, Sing merrily, sing merrily, She sleeps beneath the moaning sea, And I will laugh until I die. I chose a friend, he had my trust, Sing merrily, sing merrily, He trod my honour to the dust, And I will laugh until I die. I came of name and lineage high, Sing merrily, sing merrily, My name is soiled by calumny, And I will laugh until I die. My youth of faith and love is lorn, Sing merrily, sing merrily, I scorn the world that gives me scorn, And I will laugh until I die. Earth holds no hope to warm my breast, Sing merrily, sing merrily, I will not seek unhallowed rest, And I will laugh until I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. SIC TRANSIT by THOMAS CAMPION ICHABOD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONG, FR. ARTAXERXES (OPERA) by THOMAS AUGUSTINE ARNE BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER |