When brawle finished, is it sence
To wave by hands all day in vain?
For womаn's gaile it's not defence.
When woman craves for bloody rain.
I am injard, my horce is dead.
But rider's helth is strong and fine
He lives without any need,
his food is rich of meat and wine
My way was slowed by damsal
But soon a'll make a good caree
Horce triped, but rider didn't fall,
I sit at sadll, look at me!
Перевод: http://www.stihi.ru/2013/08/29/8955
When brawle finished
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