The King had the drums beat
To see all his ladies
And the first he saw
Delighted his soul
Marquis tell me do you know her?
Who is this pretty lady?
And the Marquis answered
Lord King, it is my wife
Marquis, you are happier than me
To have a wife so beautiful
If you would grant her to me
I would take care of her
My Lord, if you weren't the king
I would exert vengeance
But since you are the king
To your obedience
Marquis do not get angry
You will have your reward
I will make you in my armies
Good marshall of France
Farewell my love, farewell my heart!
Farewell my hope
Since you have to serve the king
Let's separate from our union
The queen had a bouquet made
Of beautiful lily flowers
But the scent of that bouquet
Caused the marquise to die