I followed my Duke ere I... «Puck of Pook's Hill»

I followed my Duke ere I was a lover,
To take from England fief and fee;
But now this game is the other way over —
But now England hath taken me!

I had my horse, my shield and banner,
And a boy’s heart, so whole and free;
But now I sing in another manner —
But now England hath taken me!

As for my Father in his tower,
Asking news of my ship at sea;
He will remember his own hour —
Tell him England hath taken me!

As for my Mother in her bower,
That rules my Father so cunningly;
She will remember a maiden’s power —
Tell her England hath taken me!

As for my Brother in Rouen City,
A nimble and naughty page is he;
But he will come to suffer and pity —
Tell him England hath taken me!

As for my little Sister waiting
In the pleasant orchards of Normandie;
Tell her youth is the time for mating —
Tell her England hath taken me!

As for my Comrades in camp and highway,
That lift their eyebrows scornfully;
Tell them their way is not my way —
Tell them England hath taken me!

Kings and Princes and Barons famèd,
Knights and Captains in your degree;
Hear me a little before I am blamèd —
Seeing England hath taken me!

Howso great man’s strength be reckoned,
There are two things he cannot flee;
Love is the first, and Death is the second —
And Love in England hath taken me!