As I walked out one day, one day I met an old man by the way His head was bald and 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 to?" "My name is Death - have you not 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 comb that holds my hair If you let me live as another changeur If you let me live as another changeur Fair lady lay your robes aside No longer glory in your fright And now sweet lady make no delay Your time has come and you must away Your time has come and you must away On that same night this fair maid died; And on my (her) tombstone this was inscribed "Here lies a poor distressed maid. By them so cruelly she was betrayed By them so cruelly she was betrayed"