Beloved child, tell me the truth;
Have you been brought to shameful harm
By this accursed Christian youth?"
"Oh, let the Christian youth go free,
For his amend I have no claim,
If my flower of love he's had,
I gave it, and he 's not to blame."
He shut her in a dungeon tower,
Which he with heavy stone blocks made,
That the base Moors might never know