Ballade De Marguerite

(NORMANDE.)

I AM weary of lying within the chase

When the knights are meeting in market-place.

Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed town

Lest the hooves of the war-horse tread thee down.

But I would not go where the Squires ride

I would only walk by my Lady's side.

Alack! and alack! thou art over bold