I. 'TWAS on the field of Navarrete, When Trestamare had sought From English arms a safe retreat, Du Guesclin stood and fought: And to the brave Black Prince alone He yielded up his sword; -- So we must sing in mournful tone, Until it be restored; -- CHORUS. Spin, spin, maidens of Brittany, And let not your Litany Come to an end, Before you have prayed The Virgin to aid Bertrand du Guesclin, our Hero and Friend. II. The Black Prince is a gentle knight; And bade Du Guesclin name What ransom would be fit and right For his renown and fame; "A question hard," -- says he, "yet since Hard Fortune on me frowns, I could not tell you less, good Prince, Than twenty thousand crowns." CHORUS. Spin, spin, &c. III. "Where find you all that gold, Sir Knight? I would not have you end Your days in sloth and undelight Away from home and friend:" "O Prince of generous heart and just! Let all your fears be stayed; For my twenty thousand crowns I trust To every Breton maid." CHORUS. Spin, spin, &c. IV. And he is not deceived, for we Will never let him pine In stranger towers beyond the sea, Like a jewel in the mine! No work but this shall be begun, -- We will not rest or dream, Till twenty thousand crowns are spun Du Guesclin to redeem. CHORUS. Spin, spin, &c. V. The Bride shall grudge the marriage morn, And feel her joy a crime; The mother shall wean her eldest-born A month before its time; No festal day shall idle by, No hour uncounted stand, The grandame in her bed shall die With the spindle in her hand: CHORUS. Spin, spin, women of Brittany, Nor let your Litany Come to an end, Before you have prayed The Virgin to aid Bertrand du Guesclin, our Hero and Friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 5 by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 8. AMORET by MARK AKENSIDE ON A JUNIPER-TREE, CUT DOWN TO MAKE BUSKS by APHRA BEHN PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE IDLER'S CALENDAR; MAY: THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |