this ballad plagues me to this day ; it sorrows me to tears ; it came to me one weary trade in my younger years ; the bard who sang it was a eunuch for the queen of sespetune ; his voice was lovely , filled with beauty , holding to a tenors croon ; as he sung his tortured ballad , with his lilting , boyish voice , my heart grew heavy , cold and sad ; he sang with such remorse !