Hap mirthfulness Oh, joy of grand riddance Undress me my hauberk The wyvern hath erranted Ire of yore, bard of ever years I deem the brood hath waned forever more Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale I hand back Hark, my dove, henceforth I bulwark thee ♪ Feathers of swans in my pillow I cede my heart Make haste I pray Respond my plea Lo, a sire of great awe A knight of many battles And of kinsmen weeping for the slain Please heed my words In thy sorrow, I will kiss thy tears In thy bliss, I will take thee by thy hand ♪ The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor And harken the nightingale sing, oh, so blithely (oh) On his knees, a plea to harvest roses No heed for the thorns yon count Wherefore vow me with this gilded proffer? Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? Morn of joyous day, flower 'twixt the weed Fertile desert, cheerful dirge Misery me not, man nor beast, envy me Lest 'tis an act of wont Many are the drapes that my past bury ♪ Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles ♪ 'Tisn't what thou vambracest thy words with (forgive me for) I bethink dotingly only thy weal (deeming thee direfully) There abiding with thee (yet I was a trifle daunted) Is for me the grandest boon