This baron hath sworn a fearful oath,
‘By heav’n and all its saints,’
That be the ladye never so loth,
Despite of love’s restraints,
She yet shall deck his bed and board,
And gladly own him her liege lord.
Now, Holy Mother, shield her well,
From all the fiendish plots of hell.
For, well I ween, this baron bold,
His mightiest spells will not withhold.