Cele in my bailiff
Cui ja d'amors sans trecerie gave
me sense of cançon do
Por li veul a romant estraire
From a molt biel tale of adventure.
Por celi this is too much of
your velvet the storyteller;
As soon as I can help him:
Por cho can not give too much money,
but can not do it.
To Charlion, who is now a seafarer, he was made a
coroner for
a cort he had been ordered.
At a fu fu the asanllee.
Molt fu the horns that Artus held grans,
And cities good and valiant.
As for the fu tos li barnés
Who has the cort fu asanblés,
Grans fu the horns fu mandee.
As soon as the corpse was gone, the
visitors would make joy,
as they would milk them,
harps to sound and to be
asterious, as canter canters.
- Renaud de Beaujeu
