De chantar farai Que temps ven e vai, I'LL make a song shall utter forth And witness to the feint Of coward souls, whose vows were made Yet, noble sirs, we will not fear, Yes! full and ample help for us Shall come-so trusts my heart; God fights for us, and these our foes, The French, must soon depart: For on the souls that fear not God, Soon, soon shall fall the vengeful rod. Then, noble sirs, we will not fear, Strong in the hope of succours near. And hither they believe to come (The treacherous, base crusaders!) But, e'en as quickly as they come, We'll chase those fierce invaders : Then, noble sirs, we will not fear, And e'en if Frederic, on the throne Submit the cruel ravages Of Louis' hosts to see, Yet, in the breast of England's king, Wrath deep and vengeful shall upspring. Then, noble sirs, we will not fear, Strong in the hope of succours near. Not much those meek and holy men- But, noble sirs, we will not fear, And look at our proud cardinal, He heeds not, while he lives in state, But, noble sirs, we will not fear, I cannot think that Avignon Its citizens can feel. Then shame to him who will not bear THE TROUVÈRES. Je vous supply, pardonnez moy, Celui qui la chanson a faicte A l'umbre d'ung coppeau de Moy. CHANSONS NORMANDS. |