BASILE RENAUD.
The summer sun bedecks Anjou,
The harvest time keeps promise true,
And I have kept my with with you
Basile Renaud!
The sun forsakes my dungeon walls,
Across the fosse no shadow falls,
I hear no answer to my calls,
Basile Renaud!
The harvest time keeps promise true,
And I have kept my with with you
Basile Renaud!
The sun forsakes my dungeon walls,
Across the fosse no shadow falls,
I hear no answer to my calls,
Basile Renaud!
My name was Clara Madaillon.
I had a sister, I had one:
Who should have been a hooded nun,
"That made us three:
Marie and I dwelt in the tower,
But Angelique forsook her dower,
And in a convent made her bower,
The convent of St. Brie.
I had a sister, I had one:
Who should have been a hooded nun,
"That made us three:
Marie and I dwelt in the tower,
But Angelique forsook her dower,
And in a convent made her bower,
The convent of St. Brie.
There came a lover to our lands,
I wove my hair in shining bands
I wove my hair in shining bands
