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CAPTAIN GOLD AND FRENCH JANET by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON

First Line: THE FIRST LETTER OUR CAPTAIN WROTE
Last Line: SHOULD KNOW THE END OF HIM.
THE first letter our Captain wrote
To the Lord of Mantua:
"Did you ever see French Janet
(He wrote) on any day?"

"Did ye ever see French Janet,
That was so blithe and coy?
The little serving-lass I stole
From the mountains of Savoy?

"Last week I lost French Janet:
Hunt for her up and down;
And send her back to me, my Lord,
From the four walls o' the town."

For thirty days and thirty nights
There came no news to us.
Suddenly old grew Captain Gold
And his voice grew tremulous.

O Mantua's a bonny town,
And she's long been our ally;
But help came none from Mantua-town
Dim grew our Captain's eye.

"O send me Janet home again!"
Our Captain wrote anew;
"A lass is but a paltry thing,
And yet my heart's in two!

"Ha' ye searched in every convent-close,
And sought in every den?
Mistress o' man, or bride of Christ,
I'll have her back again!

"O Mantua's a bonny town,
And she's long been our ally;
But help cometh none from Mantua town;
And sick at heart am I."

For thirty days and thirty nights
No news came to the camp;
And the life waned old in Captain Gold,
As the oil wanes in a lamp.

The third moon swelled towards the full
When the third letter he wrote:
"What will ye take for Janet?
Red gold to fill your moat?

"Red wine to fill your fountains full?
Red blood to wash your streets?
Oh, send me Janet home, my Lord,
Or ye'll no die in your sheets!"

O Love, that makes strong towers to sway,
And captains' hearts to fall!
I feared they might have heard his sobs
Right out to Mantua-wall.

For thirteen days and thirteen nights
No messenger came back;
And when the morning rose again,
Our tents were hung with black.

The dead bell rang through all the camp;
But we rung it low and dim,
Lest the Lombard hounds in Mantua
Should know the end of him.



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