And every baron in Normandy
Had taken the oath of fealty.
'Twas sworn and sealed, and the day had come
When the King and the Prince might journey home:
For Christmas cheer is to home hearts dear,
And Christmas now was drawing near.
Stout Fitz-Stephen came to the King,—
A pilot famous in seafaring;
And he held to the King, in all men's sight,
A mark of gold for his tribute's right.
"Liege Lord! my father guided the ship
From whose boat your father's foot did slip
When he caught the English soil in his grip,
"And cried: 'By this clasp I claim command
O'er every rood of English land!'
"He was borne to the realm you rule o'er now
In that ship with the archer carved at her prow:
"And thither I'll bear, an' it be my due,
Your father's son and his grandson too.
"The famed White Ship is mine in the bay;
From Harfleur's harbor she sails to-day,