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THE TROUBADOUR

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A Troubadour he played

Without a castle wall,

Within, a hapless maid

Responded to his call.

"Oh, willow, woe is me!

Alack and well-a-day!

If I were only free

I'd hie me far away!"

Unknown her face and name,

But this he knew right well,

The maiden's wailing came

From out a dungeon cell.

A hapless woman lay

Within that prison grim—

That fact, I've heard him say,

Was quite enough for him.

"I will not sit or lie,

Or eat or drink, I vow,

Till thou art free as I,

Or I as pent as thou!"

Her tears then ceased to flow,

Her wails no longer rang,

And tuneful in her woe

The prisoned maiden sang:

"Oh, stranger, as you play

I recognise your touch;

And all that I can say,

Is thank you very much!"

He seized his clarion straight,

And blew thereat, until

A warder oped the gate,

"Oh, what might be your will?"

"I've come, sir knave, to see

The master of these halls:

A maid unwillingly

Lies prisoned in their walls."

With barely stifled sigh

That porter drooped his head,

With teardrops in his eye,

"A many, sir," he said.

He stayed to hear no more,

But pushed that porter by,

And shortly stood before

Sir Hugh de Peckham Rye.

Sir Hugh he darkly frowned,

"What would you, sir, with me?"

The troubadour he downed

Upon his bended knee.


"I've come, de Peckham Rye,

To do a Christian task,

You ask me what would I?

It is not much I ask.

"Release these maidens, sir,

Whom you dominion o'er—

Particularly her

Upon the second floor!

"And if you don't, my lord"—

He here stood bolt upright.

And tapped a tailor's sword—

"Come out at once and fight!"

Sir Hugh he called—and ran

The warden from the gate,

"Go, show this gentleman

The maid in forty-eight."

By many a cell they passed

And stopped at length before

A portal, bolted fast:

The man unlocked the door.


He called inside the gate

With coarse and brutal shout,

"Come, step it, forty-eight!"

And forty-eight stepped out.

"They gets it pretty hot,

The maidens wot we cotch—

Two years this lady's got

For collaring a wotch."

"Oh, ah!—indeed—I see,"

The troubadour exclaimed—

"If I may make so free,

How is this castle named?"

The warden's eyelids fill,

And, sighing, he replied,

"Of gloomy Pentonville

This is the Female Side!"

The minstrel did not wait

The warden stout to thank,

But recollected straight

He'd business at the Bank.


The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

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