"Then bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them thither!"
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them thither!"
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain"