Her arms across her breast she laid;
She was more fair than words can say;
Barefooted came the beggar maid
Before the king Cophetua.

In robe and crown the king stept down,
To meet and greet her on her way;
It is no wonder, said the lords,
She is more beautiful than day.

As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen;
One praised her ankles, one her eyes,
One her dark hair and lovesome mien.

So sweet a face, such angel grace,
In all that land had never been.
Cophetua sware a royal oath:
This beggar maid shall be my queen!