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A Perigord, pres del muralh Tan que i puosch 'om gitar ab malh.

have men's hearts up from the dust And tell their secrets, Messire Cino, Right enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Cire, Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale.

Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fine canzone: "Maent, I love you, you have turned me out. The voice at Montfort, Lady Agnes' hair, Bel Miral's stature, the vicountess' throat, Set all together, are not worthy of you" And all the while you sing out that canzone, Think you that Maent lived at Montaignac, One at Chalais, another at Malemort Hard over Brive—for every lady a castle, Each place strong. Oh, is it easy enough? Tairiran held hall in Montaignac,