On a hill I lonely stay
A feeling of painful slay
I wish that friends would stay
So they make me bright and fair.

Up on a lonely land
I found my lonely friend
His clothes were warm and blue
And his heart sought to play
Long I knew not his name
He was but lone himself

Poor, wretched and sythe I'd been
Sought friends but none to see
I exposed my rugged skin
And begged in street of streets
An empress spat on me
And a slave kicked my feet
I wept for my head did bleed
And my blood went sourly green

I found a magic staff
Which turned things to gold
I wore my ***** rag
And touched all I owned
Behold came my riches
As wide as earthly pit
In a castle I did live
And kingdoms I did rule
Everyone was my friend
And no one inflict pain
The empress did I kick
And the slave I did free
I made the poor, kings
And the rich I did kiss
So good was my reign
That no one dared to feign