I am no king, and I am no lord,And I am no soldier at-arms,” said he.”I’m none but a harper, and a very poor harper,That am come hither to wed with ye.””If you were a lord, you should be my lord,And the same if you were a thief,” said she.”And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper,For it makes no matter to me, to me,For it makes no matter to me.””But what if it prove that I am no harper?That I lied for your love most monstrously?””Why, then I’ll teach you to play and sing,For I dearly love a good harp,” said she.