There was a king in Thule
whom true unto his grave
his mistress on her deathbed
a golden goblet gave

It was his prized possession
drained at his every meal
the tears dropped from his eyelids
when it his lips did seal

And when his days were ended
He tallied up his towns,
bequeathed all to his children
except the cup he owned.

Sat at the royal banquet
surrounded by his knights,
enthroned high in the castle,
above the azure waves
 
There sat the aged champion
He quaffed the last drops of life
and tossed to golden goblet
into the sea below

He saw it gulping sinking
trailing into the deep
and closed his eyes forever
ne'er drank another drop.