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The Frenchman's turn came next. Pardòn!
His hand to ze fair dames he keess,
And he vould sing a small chanson
He turn himself to Eenglish, Meess!
The song, he said, came à-propos,
For Meess had tell him that she know
French of de Beranger, and he
Was proud of taste with hers agree.
Belle smiled, but bravely bit her lips.
Jean kiss'd again his finger-tips;
Then sang, in English beyond quarrel,
How Charles the Seventh loved Agnes Sorel.
His hand to ze fair dames he keess,
And he vould sing a small chanson
He turn himself to Eenglish, Meess!
The song, he said, came à-propos,
For Meess had tell him that she know
French of de Beranger, and he
Was proud of taste with hers agree.
Belle smiled, but bravely bit her lips.
Jean kiss'd again his finger-tips;
Then sang, in English beyond quarrel,
How Charles the Seventh loved Agnes Sorel.
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