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Lays Of The Crusades. Iv—Sir Raynald De Chatillon.
LAYS OF THE CRUSADES . IV—SIR RAYNALD DE CHATILLON .
Say , who has not heard of the famed Chatillon ? Sir Raynald the dauntless , the handsome , and strong ; Not a Paynim but quailed when his faulcliion he drew , Not a Christian but joyed when his free banner flew . Oh , the pink of free knights was the bold Chatillon !
For goods , nor for gear , never wanted he long ; From the Saracen ' s tents he would lift both at need , And well knew the dogs the approach of his steed .
On a fleet-footed Arab , the choice of its race , Rode Sir Raynald , the model of chivalrous grace ; Not the heart of a princess such right could withstaud , And Dame Constance , of Antioch , vowed him her hand . Ohwoe to that patriarch ! so meddling and old ,
, Who for his gay deeds , this brave gallant would scold ! On the top of a tomb , with his bald pate bespread With honey , Sir Raynald up stuck him half-dead . Black Noureddin came on;—fierce the fight was and long—In the thick of the battle was brave Chatillon ;
Till at length all surrounded , a prisoner was he , And long , long was held , e ' er again he got free . Then came Salcheddin ; then on Hittim ' s red plain , The flower of the Christians were captured or slain . The stern Soldan himself , with a scowl and a scoff , In cold blood cut the head of brave Chatillon off !
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Lays Of The Crusades. Iv—Sir Raynald De Chatillon.
LAYS OF THE CRUSADES . IV—SIR RAYNALD DE CHATILLON .
Say , who has not heard of the famed Chatillon ? Sir Raynald the dauntless , the handsome , and strong ; Not a Paynim but quailed when his faulcliion he drew , Not a Christian but joyed when his free banner flew . Oh , the pink of free knights was the bold Chatillon !
For goods , nor for gear , never wanted he long ; From the Saracen ' s tents he would lift both at need , And well knew the dogs the approach of his steed .
On a fleet-footed Arab , the choice of its race , Rode Sir Raynald , the model of chivalrous grace ; Not the heart of a princess such right could withstaud , And Dame Constance , of Antioch , vowed him her hand . Ohwoe to that patriarch ! so meddling and old ,
, Who for his gay deeds , this brave gallant would scold ! On the top of a tomb , with his bald pate bespread With honey , Sir Raynald up stuck him half-dead . Black Noureddin came on;—fierce the fight was and long—In the thick of the battle was brave Chatillon ;
Till at length all surrounded , a prisoner was he , And long , long was held , e ' er again he got free . Then came Salcheddin ; then on Hittim ' s red plain , The flower of the Christians were captured or slain . The stern Soldan himself , with a scowl and a scoff , In cold blood cut the head of brave Chatillon off !