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In an English Castle in Poictou Sir Peter Harpdon a Gascon knight in the English service and John Curzon his lieutenant	A
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John Curzon	B
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Of those three prisoners that before you came	C
We took down at St John's hard by the mill	D
Two are good masons we have tools enough	E
And you have skill to set them working	F
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Sir Peter	G
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So	H
What are their names	I
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John Curzon	B
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Why Jacques Aquadent	A
And Peter Plombiere but	A
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Sir Peter	G
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What colour'd hair	J
Has Peter now has Jacques got bow legs	K
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John Curzon	B
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Why sir you jest what matters Jacques' hair	J
Or Peter's legs to us	L
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Sir Peter	G
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O John John John	B
Throw all your mason's tools down the deep well	M
Hang Peter up and Jacques they're no good	A
We shall not build man	B
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John Curzon	B
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going	F
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Shall I call the guard	A
To hang them sir and yet sir for the tools	N
We'd better keep them still sir fare you well	M
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Muttering as he goes	O
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What have I done that he should jape at me	P
And why not build the walls are weak enough	E
And we've two masons and a heap of tools	N
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Goes still muttering	F
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Sir Peter	G
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To think a man should have a lump like that	A
For his lieutenant I must call him back	Q
Or else as surely as St George is dead	A
He'll hang our friends the masons here John John	B
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John Curzon	B
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At your good service sir	G
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Sir Peter	G
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Come now and talk	R
This weighty matter out there we've no stone	B
To mend our walls with neither brick nor stone	B
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John Curzon	B
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There is a quarry sir some ten miles off	S
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Sir Peter	G
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We are not strong enough to send ten men	B
Ten miles to fetch us stone enough to build	A
In three hours' time they would be taken or slain	B
The cursed Frenchmen ride abroad so thick	T
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John Curzon	B
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But we can send some villaynes to get stone	B
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Sir Peter	G
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Alas John that we cannot bring them back	Q
They would go off to Clisson or Sanxere	G
And tell them we were weak in walls and men	B
Then down go we for look you times are changed	A
And now no longer does the country shake	U
At sound of English names our captains fade	A
From off our muster rolls At Lusac Bridge	V
I daresay you may even yet see the hole	W
That Chandos beat in dying far in Spain	B
Pembroke is prisoner Phelton prisoner here	G
Manny lies buried in the Charterhouse	X
Oliver Clisson turn'd these years agone	B
The Captal died in prison and over all	Y
Edward the prince lies underneath the ground	A
Edward the king is dead at Westminster	G
The carvers smooth the curls of his long beard	A
Everything goes to rack eh and we too	A
Now Curzon listen if they come these French	Z
Whom have I got to lean on here but you	A
A man can die but once will you die then	B
Your brave sword in your hand thoughts in your heart	A
Of all the deeds we have done here in France	A2
And yet may do So God will have your soul	W
Whoever has your body	P
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John Curzon	B
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Why sir I	B2
Will fight till the last moment until then	B
Will do whate'er you tell me Now I see	P
We must e'en leave the walls well well perhaps	C2
They're stronger than I think for pity though	H
For some few tons of stone if Guesclin comes	D2
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Sir Peter	G
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Farewell John pray you watch the Gascons well	M
I doubt them	E2
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John Curzon	B
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Truly sir I will watch well	M
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Goes	O
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Sir Peter	G
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Farewell good lump and yet when all is said	A
'Tis a good lump Why then if Guesclin comes	D2
Some dozen stones from his petrariae	G
And under shelter of his crossbows just	A
An hour's steady work with pickaxes	D2
Then a great noise some dozen swords and glaives	D2
A playing on my basnet all at once	D2
And little more cross purposes on earth	F2
For me	P
Now this is hard a month ago	H
And a few minutes' talk had set things right	A
'Twixt me and Alice if she had a doubt	A
As may Heaven bless her I scarce think she had	A
'Twas but their hammer hammer in her ears	D2
Of 'how Sir Peter fail'd at Lusac Bridge '	-
And 'how he was grown moody of late days '	-
And 'how Sir Lambert think now 'his dear friend	A
His sweet dear cousin could not but confess	D2
That Peter's talk tended towards the French	Z
Which he' for instance Lambert 'was glad of	G2
Being' Lambert you see on the French side '	-
Well	M
If I could but have seen her on that day	A
Then when they sent me off	S
I like to think	H2
Although it hurts me makes my head twist what	A
If I had seen her what I should have said	A
What she my darling would have said and done	B
As thus perchance	D2
To find her sitting there	G
In the window seat not looking well at all	Y
Crying perhaps and I say quietly	P
'Alice ' she looks up chokes a sob looks grave	I2
Changes from pale to red but ere she speaks	D2
Straightway I kneel down there on both my knees	D2
And say O lady have I sinn'd your knight	A
That still you ever let me walk alone	B
In the rose garden that you sing no songs	D2
When I am by that ever in the dance	D2
You quietly walk away when I come near	G
Now that I have you will you go think you	A
Ere she could answer I would speak again	B
Still kneeling there	G
'What they have frighted you	A
By hanging burs and clumsily carven puppets	D2
Round my good name but afterwards my love	G2
I will say what this means this moment see	P
Do I kneel here and can you doubt me Yea '	-
For she would put her hands upon my face	D2
'Yea that is best yea feel love am I changed '	-
And she would say Good knight come kiss my lips '	-
And afterwards as I sat there would say	A
'Please a poor silly girl by telling me	P
What all those things they talk of really were	G
For it is true you did not help Chandos	A
And true poor love you could not come to me	P
When I was in such peril '	-
I should say	A
'I am like Balen all things turn to blame	C
I did not come to you At Bergerath	F2
The Constable had held us close shut up	J2
If from the barriers I had made three steps	A
I should have been but slain at Lusac too	A
We struggled in a marish half the day	A
And came too late at last you know my love	G2
How heavy men and horses are all arm'd	A
All that Sir Lambert said was pure unmix'd	A
Quite groundless lies as you can think sweet love'	G2
She holding tight my hand as we sat there	G
Started a little at Sir Lambert's name	C
But otherwise she listen'd scarce at all	Y
To what I said Then with moist weeping eyes	A
And quivering lips that scarcely let her speak	K2
She said 'I love you '	-
Other words were few	G2
The remnant of that hour her hand smooth'd down	B
My foolish head she kiss'd me all about	A
My face and through the tangles of my beard	A
Her little fingers crept	A
O God my Alice	A
Not this good way my lord but sent and said	A
That Lambert's sayings were taken at their worth	F2
Therefore that day I was to start and keep	L2
This hold against the French and I am here	G
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Looks out of the window	H
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A sprawling lonely gard with rotten walls	A
And no one to bring aid if Guesclin comes	A
Or any other	G
There's a pennon now	B
At last	A
But not the Constable's whose arms	A
I wonder does it bear Three golden rings	A
On a red ground my cousin's by the rood	A
Well I should like to kill him certainly	P
But to be kill'd by him	M2
A trumpet sounds	A
That's for a herald	A
I doubt this does not mean assaulting yet	A
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Enter John Curzon	B
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What says the herald of our cousin sir	G
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John Curzon	B
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So please you sir concerning your estate	A
He has good will to talk with you	G2
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Sir Peter	G
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Outside	A
I'll talk with him close by the gate St Ives	A
Is he unarm'd	A
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John Curzon	B
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Yea sir in a long gown	B
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Sir Peter	G
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Then bid them bring me hither my furr'd gown	B
With the long sleeves and under it I'll wear	G
By Lambert's leave a secret coat of mail	N2
And will you lend me John your little axe	A
I mean the one with Paul wr	G