His barns were fired, his goods consumed, His lands were barren made; His cattle died within the field, And nothing with him stayed. And in a voyage to Portugal, Two of his sons did die; And to conclude, himself was brought To want and misery. He pawned and mortgaged all his land, Ere seven years came about; The fellow that did take in hand You that executors be made, Of children that be fatherless, 留 Besides the queen, he dearly loved Her crispèd locks, like threads of gold, The blood within her crystal cheeks Yea, Rosamond! fair Rosamond! The king, therefore, for her defence At Woodstock buildèd such a bower, Most curiously this bower was built, And they so cunningly contrived, And for his love and lady's sake, But Fortune, that doth often frown, For why, the king's ungracious son, |