Lard an eagle he stood at his own hall door, brushing his meal quite steed,when he was upset by his own queen, Isabel, who hastened to wish him Godspeed.Sing, where are you going, Lard an eagle, she said.Ah, where are you going from me?I am going to New England, my queen Isabel, some other strange country to see.When will you return?When will you return?Lard an eagle, she said.When will you return to me?When a day and a year has passed and gone, I'll return and get married to thee.That is too long, Lard an eagle, she said, that is too long for me,for you might forget your own queen, Isabel.bell and pick up some other lady. Then he had not gone but a very short time, a dayand a half a year. When sorrow and trouble came into his mind, in vain could he seekhis own dear. And as he was returning all alone,brushing his milk-white steed, he heard the sound of a peaceful bell, and the ladiesall mourning their being, saying, Who is it that is dead on?Who is it that is going to be returne'r today? And is going to be buried un to-morrow?It's the King's only daughter, the ladies all replied.Then they called her Queen and Isebella, and the cold cold زدЖいいthe other the coffin right open to be and the shrouds to be torn downas the tears came rolling downsing now as i've kissed your coldlips and you can never kiss minehave a promise i'll make unto theethat i'll never kiss any but thinethen one of them diedas if on todayand the other as if on tomorrowqueen and isabelle died out of true lovelaone was buried in saint mary's churchand the other in mary's choirover queen isabelle there grew a red roseand over her lover abrampriorthey grew they grewto the church steeple topuntil they could grow no higherand they're not here togetherin a true lover's notbut there are all the world to admirebut there are all the world to admire