Not for the fame of it,But for the shame of it,You crossed the sea.Knowing the need of men,You of the breed of men,Recking the rede of men, Cried out: Send me.
Not for this land alone,Or King's command alone,You bore your part.Hearing the shout of France,You sped like knight with lanceFor maid's deliverance: You, great of heart.
