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William Wilfred Campbell, comp.  The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse.  1913.
By William McLennan (1856–1904)
(Translation of an old Chanson)

MALBROUCK has gone a-fighting,
  Mironton, mironton, mirontaine,
Malbrouck has gone a-fighting,
But when will he return?
Perchance he’ll come at Easter,        5
Or else at Trinity Term.
But Trinity Term is over
And Malbrouck comes not yet.
My Lady climbs her watch-tower
As high as she can get.        10
She sees her page approaching
All clad in sable hue:
‘Ah, page, brave page, what tidings
From my true lord bring you?’
‘The news I bring, fair Lady,        15
Will make your tears run down;
‘Put off your rose-red dress so fine
And doff your satin gown.
‘Monsieur Malbrouck is dead, alas!
And buried too, for ay;        20
‘I saw four officers who bore
His mighty corse away.
‘One bore his cuirass, and his friend
His shield of iron wrought;
‘The third his mighty sabre bore,        25
And the fourth—he carried nought.
‘And at the corners of his tomb
They planted rose-marie;
‘And from their tops the nightingale
Rings out her carol free.        30
‘We saw, above the laurels,
His soul fly forth amain;
‘And each one fell upon his face
And then rose up again.
‘And so we sang the glories        35
For which great Malbrouck bled;
‘And when the whole was ended
Each one went off to bed.
‘I say no more, my Lady,
  Mironton, mironton, mirontaine,        40
I say no more, my Lady,
As nought more can be said.’

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