La monture [English translation]

[Fleur-de-Lys:]

I see you there, the fairest sight

A cavalier, they hight you

Who tries his strength in his right

A nobleman, a knight true

Or are you just a heartless kite

An arrant thief of love’s rite?

Whose hollow heart inside’s

A fount of lust, a source of pride?

My heart is pure, my arms are warm

If you repent, I’ll be sworn

We’ll brave this night, this little storm

But you must swear you will be sworn

You have to swear you will be sworn

And that they'll hang

The Zingara

Those maiden tenders I gave

That virgin splendor I saved

I’ll cast them off like a lie

Don’t be so sure I can’t show

I’m not so pure I can’t know

A wallow in your sty

Your love’s a toy, your words are air

You perjure, lie, and forswear

And should I trust again your fair

I swear it'll not be with the same care

I’ll rein once more your fickle heart

If you would learn me your art

After this night, we’ll see the morn

But you must swear you will be sworn

You have to swear you will be sworn

And that they'll hang

The Zingara

I’ll take you back if you’ll be sworn

I’ll take your love back if you are sworn

That they will hang

Esmeralda!

That they will hang

The Zingara…