He saw the sexton stand by a grave;

"Now Christ have mercy, who did us- save,

Upon yon fair nun's soul."

The nuns they came from the convent gate

By one, by two, by three;

They sang for the soul of a lady bright

Who died for the love of a traitor knight:

It was his own lady.

He stayed the corpse beside the grave;

"A sign, a sign!" quod he.