When in the long-day month, the month of May,

The Franks of France from king's court ride away,

Reynault rides foremost, the first in rank alway.

Passes the tower where Erembours doth stay;

He never deigned to lift his head her way,

Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!

Fair Erembours, within the window's ray,

Holds on her knees a web of colours gay,

Sees Franks of France from king's court ride away,

Sees Reynault riding the first in rank alway,

Speaketh aloud, on this wise she doth say:

Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!

Reynault, true love, I have beheld the day

When if my father's castle stood on your way

You had been sad, had I had nought to say.

—Ill hast thou wrought with me, king's daughter, yea,

Hast loved another, cast my love away.

Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!

Reynault, fair sir, on relics solemnly

I'll swear, before an hundred maidens free

And thirty ladies that I shall bring with me,

I never loved another man save thee;

Take this amends, I'll give thee kisses three.

Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!

O then Count Reynault up by the stairway ran,

Wide were his shoulders, and small his girdle's span,

His hair close-curled, and very fair to scan,

In all the world is not so fine a man.

Erembours saw him, and so to weep began.

Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!

Count Reynault mounts into her highest towers

And sets him on a bed of broidered flowers,

And close beside him sits fair Erembours.

Then they take up their loves of former hours.

Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!