MASQUERADE
I was a king’s fair daughter. You were a troubadour gay, Lute slung over your shoulder, On your lips a roundelay.
One morn ’ere the bud had opened, Or the sunrise dyed the sides, You told me how much you loved me, With vour soul in your eyes.
We built us a castle in Spain, ’Twixt the mountains and the sea, Beside the road that whitelv winds ’Neath the pomegranate tree.
From the terrace splashed with moon light, Blended your music divine, With perfume of deep red roses, That went to the head like wiue.
Just for one night of gladness, Evening till dawn of day, I was a king’s fair daughter, You were a troubadour gay. Joan Scarlet in the Sydney Morning Herald.
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Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 7 August 1926, Page 11
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125MASQUERADE Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 7 August 1926, Page 11
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