Nancy Conescu

Death and the Lady

As I walked out one day one day
I met an old man by the way
His head was bald his beard was grey
his clothing made of the cold earthen clay
His clothing made of the cold earthen clay

I said old man what man are you
What country do you belong unto
My name is Death hast heard of me
All kings and princes bow down unto me
All kings and princes bow down unto me

My name is Death cannot you see
Lords dukes and ladies bow down unto me
And you are one of those branches three
And you fair maid must come along with me
And you fair maid must come along with me

I'll give you gold and jewels so rare
I'll give you costly rich robes to wear
I'll give you the combs from out my hair
If you'll let me live but another short year
If you'll let me live but another short year

Oh Lady lay your robes aside
No longer glory in your pride
Come sweet maid make no delay
Your time has come and you must away
Your time has come and you must away

That very night this fair maid died
And on her tombstone these words were inscribed
Here lies a poor distressed maid
By Death so cruely she was betrayed
By Death so cruely she was betrayed