Alas
Alas! What do my eyes see?
Not a scrap of money for me.
For cash do I weep it,
Although I reap it.
That, which I have sown,
And all this I own.
Now I remember,
the song of the dragon.
And there, I forget it,
Hey pass me a flagon.
Of ale, to drown my heart,
And wash the fire away.
The blood of pigs boil,
And stout men thirst for life.
Like ale in a tankard,
Children feel no rancor.
Do you see the wind?
Gone, like all my kin.
I wish I were golden,
Then someone would want me.
There’s a fair lass.
Alas! What do my eyes see?
