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	Le plus jeune des trois, L5a pris par sa main blanche— "Montez, montez, la belle, Dessur mon cheval gris$ On logit chez mon pere, Je vous amenerrai."		The youngest of all three took her white hand and said, "Fair damsel, mount my gray horse and I will take you to the house of my father where we will stay together."
	Quand-e la belP-z~entend, Elle s'est mite a pleureze,— "Soupez, soupez, la belle, Prenez, oui, z-appetit, Aupres du capitaine Vo' passerez la nuit."		When the damsel heard these words, she began to weep, and he said, "Eat, fair damsel, be of good cheer, for this night you will stay with a fine captain."
	Quand-e-la belP-z-etend La belle est tombee morte, — "Sonnez, sonnez, les cloches, Tambours, violons, marchez, M'amillionette est morte J'en ai le coeur dolent."		When the damsel heard these words, she fell to the ground like one dead, and he said, "Ring the bells, play drums and vio­lins 5 my little sweetheart is dead and I have a doleful heart.".
	"Et ou Penterreront-ils?" "Dedans V jardin d5 son pere, Sous les trois feuilles de lys; Nous prierons Dieu, chers freres, Qu'elle aille en Paradis."		And they said, "Where shall she be buried?" "In the garden of her father beneath the three leaves of the lily. We pray to God, dear brothers, that she may fly to Paradise J?
	Au bout-e de trois jours La belP frappe a la porte, "Ouvrez, ouvrez, la porte, Cher pere et bien-aime, J'ai fait la mort trois jours Pour sauver mon honneur."		When three days had passed, the damsel knocked on the door of her^ father's house and said, "Open the door, dear and be­loved father, for three days ago I chose death to save my honor."
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