A Smith makes me To betray my Man In my first fight.
To gather Gold At the world's end I am sent.
The Gold I gather Comes into England Out of deep Water.
Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water.
It is not given For goods or gear, But for The Thing.
The Gold I gather A King covets For an ill use.
The Gold I gather Is drawn up Out of deep Water.
Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water.
It is not given For goods or gear, But for The Thing.
