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lyrics
Over the sea in the Frankish country
Ruled Clovis the King, and sons he had three
By Balthilde, Lady, fair Saxon Lady
By Balthilde. Lady of Gaul
By the banks of the Seine all upon the flood plain
Lived they all in a palace, a fortress of gold
Clovis, his sons, and the fair Saxon Lady
Fair Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
Oh, Clovis – good Christian - to the pope he did listen
And took up crusade in the far Holy Lands
And left his three sons in the care of the Lady
Lady Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
The third son, an infant, of nought had he intent
The two elder, grown youths, poor counsel took they
To throw over Clovis and the fair Saxon Lady
Throw over Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
That fair Saxon Lady had once lived in slavery
To return to such bondage never would she
She learned of their treachery, fair Saxon Lady
Fair Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
“My sons, you betrayed me; you would have enslaved me,
And fain would you murder your father the King
This never shall happen while I am your Lady
Lady Balthilde, Lady of Gaul”
The Lady, for aid, to the old gods she prayed
A way to dispatch these two traitors to find
She would not them kill for they were of her belly
The belly of Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
She called on Toutatis, She called on Taranis
She called upon Esus, the Gaul’s trinity
And counsel they gave to the fair Saxon Lady
To Lady Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
So it was ordained these youths must be maimed
By hamstringing both; from their legs there were torn
The ligaments all by their mother, the Lady
Lady Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
“Oh, Mother, for pity! Cast us not from the city!”
Now crippled are we and we’ll never more stray
Have mercy, oh, Mother, terrible Lady!
O Cruel Balthilde, Lady of Gaul!”
“My sons, e’re your sire returns from his war
From these gates I must cast you, else you’ll die at his hand
Tis mercy that moves this despairing Lady”
Said Lady Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
On a bed she did lay them, in the Seine she did cast them
To float where they may; “let the Fates guide them now,”
She said, as they drifted away from the Lady
Lady Balthilde, Lady of Gaul
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