Lady, gimme right away your brims!
But Mister, art you mad?
Mad I'm not, I am sad
Because I don't have your whim!
But Mister, I can't give you that
My heart isn't where you think he is at
Ah, but you can
I wasn't asking, I am man
So stop babbling, come with me!
But Mister, I don't love thee!
If not me, who is that you love?
I won't tell
If not me, who is that you love!
I won't tell!
She runs away with sadness
From the wild Mister's madness
To call to help her gladness
But the Mister wouldn't let her be
He runs after her with ire
His heart burns like a burning pire
Cos' he wants the Lady's heart
The same which is fleeing from he
But how could she be successful
He lacks the honor, but not the strength
Neither the fleetness, nor the might
He puts up a heartful pursue
She runs for the bell
But is finally catched
From that can't come well
She starts to be touched
Who wouldn't cry at the hands of this brute?
Instead from gentle, he is so rude
She starts to cry, he slaps her face
Stop debating, your love won't you save!
She continues to cry
and gives a loud scream
He makes her breast naked with a wry grin
But in a certain place eyes starts to beam
While her tears go dry
And lammenting, accepts her fate
Love, love, where thou art?
A resounding voice they all hear
'O dear, I am here
And, you rascal
Take your profane hands out of her
I promise you, you will not live to see daylight'
The ruffian becomes afraid of the mighty pose
That the true man over him impose
'Thou shall suffer as she suffered
Thou shall die as she would have died
Thou shant rejoice in paradise
But surely in hell you shall meet your demise'
No! No! I shall not die today!
You are but a youngster!
Who thinks great art
On the break of day of you shall be no part
'Must I be old
To see thou art not bold?
Must I be sage
To dig down your grave?'
'I'm done of talking
My mistress is done of you
Let's right away end that
Low creature, so foul'
The ruffian rises up to his feet
Draws his long knife and is ready to fight
The lover draws nothing
For he has nothing
Except from his astounding love
And the grace of God
The rascal attacks him
He meets the air
Receives a punch
For his despair
His nose starts to bleed
His mouth lacking teeth
Shouts a cry of rage
And points his blade
But before he could see
The knife's in his head
Before he could conceive
In the ground he lies dead
And the man he used to call youngster
Defeated the monster
Extends his hand to his lady
And receives a passionated kiss
He covers her with his mantle
In his shoulder she starts to cry
Of joy and relief, until she again gets dry
And the two lovers
Tired of the night
Gets away from the vile
Who lies still in the muddy ground
Without beauty or might
Not anymore haught
The two lovers
Enters the realm of fable
Forgetting the passing of time
In a atmosphere of joy and purity
Where true happiness is aeternal
Merci pour la lecture!
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