Sixteenth Century Greensleeves
It's only been an hourSince he locked her in the towerThe time has comeHe must be undoneBy the morning
Many times beforeThe tyrant's opened up the doorThen someone criesStill we close our eyesNot again
Meet me when the sun is in the western skiesThe fighting must begin before another someone diesCross bows in the fire lightGreensleeves wavingMadman ravingThrough the shattered night
Flames are getting higherMake it leap unto the spireDraw bright downCut it to the groundWe shall dance around the fire
No more nightWe have seen the lightLet it shine on brightHang him higher