Eve of Crecy, The. By Morris, William. Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a golden girdle round my sweet, - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! Margaret's maids are fair to see, Freshly dressed and pleasantly; Margaret's hair falls down to her knee; Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! If I were rich I would kiss her feet, I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet, And the golden girdle round my sweet, - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! Ah me! I have never touched her hand. When the arriere-ban goes through the land Six basnets under my pennon stand; Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! And many an one grins under his hood: "Sir Lambert de Bois, with all his men good, Has neither food nor firewood!" - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! If I were rich I would kiss her feet, And the golden girdle of my sweet, And thereabouts where the gold hems meet, - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! Yet even now it is good to think, While my few poor varlets grumble and drink, In my desolate hall where the fires sink, - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! Of Margaret sitting glorious there In glory of gold and glory of hair, And glory of glorious face most fair; - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! Likewise tonight I make good cheer Because this battle draweth near; For what have I to lose or fear? - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! For, look you, my horse is good to prance A right fair measure in this war-dance, Before the eyes of Philip of France, - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! And some time it may hap, perdie, While my new towers stand up three and three, And my hall gets painted fair to see, - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! That folks may say: "Times change, by the rood! For Lambert, banneret of the wood, Has heaps of food and firewood, - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite! "And wonderful eyes too, under the hood Of a damsel of right noble blood; St Ives for Lambert of the Wood!" - Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite!