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It was an
English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on
Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish
knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.
Blithely they saw the rising sun
When he shone fair
on Carlisle wall;
But they were sad ere day was done,
Though Love was still the lord of all.
Her sire
gave brooch and jewel fine,
Where the sun shines fair
on Carlisle wall;
Her brother gave but a flask of
wine,
For ire that Love was lord of all.
For
she had lands both meadow and lea,
Where the sun
shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And he swore her death,
ere he would see
A Scottish knight the lord of all.
That wine she had not tasted well
(The sun shines
fair on Carlisle wall,)
When dead, in her true love's
arms, she fell,
For Love was still the lord of all!
He pierced her brother to the heart,
Where the
sun shines fair on Carlisle wall:--
So perish all
would true love part
That Love may still be lord of
all!
And then he took the cross divine,
Where
the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And died for
her sake in Palestine;
So Love was still the lord of
all.
Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
Pray for
their souls who died for love,
For Love shall still
be lord of all!
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