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 "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;