both

"Well met," I thought the look would say,

"We both were fashioned far away;

We neither knew, when we were young,

Here, take your milk, and there’s a bit o’ bread

For both on yer. Don’t want it? Ah, it’s bed

You’d best be off to! There, put your mug down!

To-day while I am master still,

And flesh and soul, now both are strong,

Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Have heard the soldiers pass,

And both are sighing.

They will be master, right or wrong;

Though both are foolish, both are strong,

And since, my soul, we cannot fly

A man would call his neighbor

And both would send for me.

And where the light in lances

The bells they sound so clear;

Round both the shires they ring them

In steeples far and near,

Two lovers looking to be wed;

And time shall put them both to bed,

But she shall lie with earth above,