Margérie!
So she her fair soul’s weal might win,
Little she recked of dule or teen;—
C’est ça Sainte Margérie!
Dank straw from dunghill gathered,
Margérie!
Where fragrant swine have made their bed,
Thereon her body shall be laid;—
C’est ça Sainte Margérie!
Three pennies to the poor in dole,—