Lyrics:
Au tans plein de felonie,
D'envie et de traïson,
De tort et de mesprison,
Sanz bien et sans cortoisie,
Et que entre nos barons,
Faisons tot le siecle empirier,
Que je voi escomenïer,
Ceus qui plus offrent reson,
Lor vueil dire une chançon.
Li Roiaumes de Surie,
Nous dit, & crie à haut ton,
Se nos ne nos amendon,
Por Deu, que n’i alons mie,
N’i ferions se mal non :
Dex aime fin cuer droiturier,
De tel gent se veut aidier,
Cil essauceront son nom,
Et conquerront sa maison.
Chançon, va moi dire Lorent,
Qu'il se gart bien outree ment,
De grant folie envahir,
Qu'en li auroit faus mantir.
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English translation:
In a time filled with felony,
Envy and treason,
Error and scorn,
Without goodness and courtesy,
And this, even among our own barons
Who make society worse and worse.
I want to reprimand
The most guilty ones,
And for this, I sing a song.
The kingdoms of Syria,
Send us a message in a loud voice,
That if we do not make amends
For the love of God, and if we do not improve,
Ceasing our wrongdoings,
God will call other upright hearts,
And
these persons will come to His aid,
And they will exalt His name,
And will re-conquer the Holy Lands.
Let my song go to tell Laurent,
That he should guard himself well,
To not be taken in by foolishness,
With all its false lies.
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