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 "And from their tops the nightingale

Rings out her carol free.

"We saw, above the laurels,

His soul fly forth amain;

"And each one fell upon his face

And then rose up again.

"And so we sang the glories

For which great Malbrouck bled;

"And when the whole was ended

Each one went off to bed.

"I say no more, my Lady,

Mironton, mironton, mirontaine,

I say no more, my Lady,

As nought more can be said."