His white hands at his side
This rich man, what doth he hath more than I, his white hands at his side
His wealth, his power, his status proud, these people o'er his tide
My penury he could not possibly see, my life in naught exist
My rags from which I clothe my bones, how doth my life persist?
His mansion extends right through his lands, his white hands at his side
Servants to beckon for all his wants, this man without a bride
For all that this great man doth have, a bride I shall soon see
A cobbled walk, barefooted I, my path laid at, to cemetery
This proud man and all his wealth he hath, his white hands at his side
His collar stiff, his attire so clean, is not for him to hide
My personage is wrought with looks so cruel, and people cross the street
As leather I can no afford, to dress beneath my feet
This man of ilk and standing fair, with white hands at his side
Strolls out to fair reception, with many he tends so wide
For I doth not have a penneth free, no money for my wealth
To walk the streets to scrimp and scrape, the darkness for my stealth
This man of honour doth see me not, with white hands at his side
His eyes so blinkered by his wealth, he'd care not how I died
For me he once was my brother so, and cast out from his life
Rebuked, forgotten, accused and torn, rejection for my strife
This great man torn between wealth and family, with white hands at his side
Chose wealth before his kin and his, and greed to be his pride
For me my wealth is all I have, to breathe this day and morrow
His wealth will only bring unto him, a lifetime full of sorrow
This shallow man with no life at all, with blood upon his hands
Bore down with all the hate from wealth, to place me where I stand
This life for me so hard to bare, my wife gone from this world
The hardship, scorn, embarrassment, that he did sourly unfold
This man that once I called my brother, with blood upon his hands
Will mark my body from whence it lays, in death I make my stand
For here this man can hurt no more, that once he called his own
My life, my wife's, our future gone, our world that he had torn.