Oh, our King lay dreaming all on his bed A happy thought came in his head That he would send to the King of France And cause his tribute to be paid Right fol de rol, right fol de ray Come here to me, my trusty page My trusty page, come here to me For you must go to the King of France And fetch the tribute due to me Right fol de rol, right fol de ray Oh, and then up rose this trusty page This trusty page, then up rose he Until he came to the King of France And there he fell on bended knee Right fol de rol, right fol de ray “What news, what news, my trusty page From the English king what news to me?” “Oh, I have come frim the English king To fetch the tribute due from thee.” Right fol de rol, right fol de ray “Your king is young and of tender years And is not like to our degree Si we will send him three tennis balls That with them he may play so free.” Right fol de rol, right fol de ray Oh then up rose this trusty page This trusty page then up rose he Until he came to the English king And there he bowed on bended knee Right fol de rol, right fol de ray “What news, what news, my trusty page From the King of France, what news to me?” “Oh, he has sent you three tennis balls That with them you may play so free.” Right fol de rol, right fol de ray “Come here to me, my trusty page My trusty page, come here to me And we will send them such English balls As in fair France they ne'er shall see. Right fol de rol, right fol de ray “Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire And the men of Derby that are so free No married man and no widow's son No widow's curse shall blight on me.” Right fol de rol, right fol de ray They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire And the men if Derby that were so free And when the numbers were counted O'er There were fifty-thousand men and three Right fol de rol, right fol de ray They fought the French and they fought the King Until they gained a victory They fought the King until he cried “Have mercy on my men and me!” Right fol de rol, right fol de ray “Oh, I will send the tribute home Ten tons in gold is owed to thee From the fairest lily that is in France To the Rose of England give I free.” Right fol de rol, right fol de ray Oh, our King lay dreaming all on his bed A happy thought came in his head That he would send to the King of France And cause his tribute to be paid Right fol de rol, right fol de ray Right fol de rol, right fol de ray Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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