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William Morris

William Morris

Sir Giles’ War-Song

Ho! is there any will ride with me,
Sir Giles, le bon des barrières?
 
The clink of arms is good to hear,
The flap of pennons fair to see;
Ho! is there any will ride with me,
Sir Giles, le bon des barrières?
 
The leopards and lilies are fair to see;
“St. George Guienne” right good to hear:
Ho! is there any will ride with me,
Sir Giles, le bon des barrières?
 
I stood by the barrier,
My coat being blazon’d fair to see;
Ho! is there any will ride with me,
Sir Giles, le bon des barrières?
 
Clisson put out his head to see,
And lifted his basnet up to hear;
I pulled him through the bars to ME,
Sir Giles, le bon des barrières.

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