Will the red sun never set?
Will the daylight never die?
I am mad with a wild regret,
There is blood in the angry sky.
  Mine errand is dark as the night!
  Oh bridegroom I bear thee a gift;
  Mine arm is strong and my steel is bright,
  And my dagger is sure and swift.

Thou hast purchased thee a maid;
But the maid shall ne’er be wife
Till her lover in full be paid
With thy life, poor fool, with thy life.
  Mine errand, etc.