[He smiles when she begins to sing with him, happy his intrusion isn't minded.]
High up on the hill top the old king sits He's now so old and grey he's nearly lost his wits He's rising with the music on the cold starry night To sup with the queen of the gay north light.
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High up on the hill top the old king sits
He's now so old and grey he's nearly lost his wits
He's rising with the music on the cold starry night
To sup with the queen of the gay north light.