I followed my Duke ere I... «Puck of Pook's Hill»
Faery_Trickster14 марта 2015I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, To take from England fief and fee; But now this game is the other way over — But now England hath taken me!
I had my horse, my shield and banner, And a boy’s heart, so whole and free; But now I sing in another manner — But now England hath taken me!
As for my Father in his tower, Asking news of my ship at sea; He will remember his own hour — Tell him England hath taken me!
As for my Mother in her bower, That rules my Father so cunningly; She will remember a maiden’s power — Tell her England hath taken me!
As for my Brother in Rouen City, A nimble and naughty page is he; But he will come to suffer and pity — Tell him England hath taken me!
As for my little Sister waiting In the pleasant orchards of Normandie; Tell her youth is the time for mating — Tell her England hath taken me!
As for my Comrades in camp and highway, That lift their eyebrows scornfully; Tell them their way is not my way — Tell them England hath taken me!
Kings and Princes and Barons famèd, Knights and Captains in your degree; Hear me a little before I am blamèd — Seeing England hath taken me!
Howso great man’s strength be reckoned, There are two things he cannot flee; Love is the first, and Death is the second — And Love in England hath taken me!
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