text: &#x200B; ***Gold gold gold--his mask is made of gold.*** ***Old old old---his mask of gold is old.*** As old as he desires ! As golden as his deeds.... A man from all roads O’ farmers, he on his steed of steel. The great leader ! Trotting in old port O’ baldwaters... That brave warrior of gold. Great golden Baldwin and his son O’ red sword ! &#x200B; ***Gold gold gold--his mask is made of gold.*** ***Old old old---his mask of gold is old.*** &#x200B; Great old Baldwin and all his gold. Swinging his sword on all sorts of sort From Baldwaters to Salator. Teaching from foe to toe all souls--- his dance of gold. Always dancing this great old Baldwin with his son O’ sword. . . Dancing for his coin of gold to a point where all his friends left in cold. . . Left alone the great old Baldwin dancing in all his gold. With his son O’ red sword &#x200B; &#x200B; ***Gold gold gold--his mask is made of gold.*** ***Old old old-- his mask of gold is old.*** &#x200B; Older than old this Baldwin of gold. Old enough for foe to turn bold. Once the great Baldwin slept on his gold, snoring and turning. Dreaming as always. . . Of gold. Swish ! The foe bolt through bough to door. Through the door for gold this foe burst, shattering lock and wood all alike. Swoosh ! A sword slid from sleep and sang for blood. &#x200B; &#x200B; As old Baldwin woke on his gold hearing all that noise. . . Swoosh ! A sword hit his dome. Alas ! When Baldwin turned his mask of gold and saw who swung the sword. His saw his friend of bronze. His friend who lusted for gold. . . &#x200B; And so Baldwin sprung up and sung behind his gold. Gold gold gold--my mask is made of gold. Old old old-- my mask of gold is old. Shattering his friends steel sword. With nothing but his mask of gold. &#x200B; Now now now--Baldwin laughed in cold. Dance old friend ! Dance the dance of old ! Slash and slosh went Baldwins son O’ sword, slicing his once friend now turned foe. Slosh and slash as the dance ended in woe. &#x200B; Now now--Baldwin stared in cold. Seeing a pool of blood form in his home. I need myself a new form. I need myself a new mask of gold. . . Perhaps a mask of steel ? But steel has less value than gold. . . Steel is. . . Just steel. As to gold is. . . More. Yes. . . Else I shan’t live as old as I desire. If I went on with this dance of old. For this my second friend trying to steal me gold. &#x200B; So the great Baldwin went to his anvil of gold and got to work. Bang and bang ! His gold hammer fell on steel shaping a mask of bold. As bold as gold--as cold as gold-- as old as gold. A steel mask yet golden. Bang and bang ! His mask was born of steel formed with gold. &#x200B; As strong as gold... But unseen, the mask of steel. &#x200B; The great Baldwin came home again after all that work and sweat Passed his passed bronze friend. Crouched and took his mask. Went to his bed made of gold. And rested and jested, with all three masks of bold. Ahh. . . The great old wise Baldwin slept on his gold. Knowing for sure his gold be safe from foe and soul. &#x200B; After all who would think about the mask of steel... As the mask of gold ? Who cares about steel ? Who about bronze. Baldwin laughed as he kissed his gold, behind his mask of bronze. Thinking of his steel red sword.