IN 'N olden days they hanged the thief, And on the cross he clung; But now we've turned another leaf The cross on thieves is hung. X LE SOLDAT MORT ENTILZ gallans de France, "GE Qui en la guerre allez, Je vous prie qu'il vous plaise Comment le saluroye Quant point ne le congnois?" Il est de blanc armé ; "Il porte la croix blanche, Les esperons dorez, Et au bout de sa lance "Ne plorez plus, la belle, KIND gentlemen of France, A-marching out to war, I pray you, an you please, "How shall I give him cheer Who is to me unknown?” "To know him is not hard, He hath white armour on; "The cross he bears is white, "Weep no more, lady fair, For he is dead and gone; |