"Ah page, brave page, what tidings
From my true lord bring you?"
"The news I bring, fair Lady,
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 aye;
"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,
And the fourth—he carried nought.
"And at the corners of his tomb
They planted rose-marie;
