"Unless my heart is wage enough
For my ring beneath the bay."
He threw his cloak aside and plunged
Deep where the jewel lay.
The first strong plunge he almost touched
The golden ring so gay.
The second time, it moved and rang,
But lured him on alway.
But at the third, the lover bold
Was drowned. Ah, mournful day!
And with the tide that gallant heart
Swept seaward o'er the bay.
His father from his turret sees
And bows his head so grey.
"Alas, that for a maid, my son,
Mon joli cœur de rose,
Should throw his life away,
Joli cœur d'un rosier!"
