Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!
Fair Erembours, within the window's ray,
Holds on her knees a web of colours gay,
Sees Franks of France from king's court ride away,
Sees Reynault riding the first in rank alway,
Speaketh aloud, on this wise she doth say:
Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!
Reynault, true love, I have beheld the day
When if my father's castle stood on your way
You had been sad, had I had nought to say.