| Castle of Love |
| Tell me how should a knight answer stealing Of the dearest of treasures a man possess. Should he not answer swiftly with vengence To presue the offender demanding redress? Strike the tabor, win the clarion. Cry the ban to my bold barbacons. (bar-ba-sors as pronounced by Conn) Bring my finest arms and the gilded saddletree. I vow to conquer Chestel d'amor. I would tell you this thief is a lady, Whom the proud gods have fashioned for my demise. She resides in the bower of Venus Mighty Mars taught her will her well how to fight and to ride. Strike the tabor, win the clarion. Cry the ban to my bold barbacons. Bring my finest arms and the gilded saddletree. I vow to conquer Chestel d'amor. Mighty slings shall Sir Eloquence fashion For to sunder high walls which bar our war. So no rival may hinder our labor, Sir Valor has 'round us a strong palisade. Strike the tabor, win the clarion Cry the ban to my bold barbacons. Bring my finest arms and the gilded saddletree. I vow to conquer Chestel d'amor. When our arguments turn her to yielding, And her own servants beg her unbar the gate, Shall Sir Courtesy bearing enteaty Let our peace be confirmed and our vows be exchanged. Strike the tabor, win the clarion Cry the ban to my bold barbacons. Bring my finest arms and the gilded saddletree. I vow to conquer Chestel d'amor. With assurity a most noble hostage For a heart for a heart is our first demand. She should free what her beauty has taken And relinquish her own to our conquering hand. Strike the tabor, win the clarion. Cry the ban to my bold barbacons. Bring my finest arms and the guilded saddletree, I vow to conquer Chestel d'amor There are fools who think only of plunder. Who for profit would ruin a most noble heart. What is mine I shall cherish and honor. Since her bowman has sent me a most mortal dart. Strike the tabor, win the clarion. Cry the ban to my bold barbacons. Bring my finest arms and the gilded saddletree. I vow to conquer Chestel d'amor. So treat your prisoner with grace and tenderness, And pray, have mercy on my captive soul. And say you'll wed me or quickly banish me. The victor is vanquished at Chestel d'amor! I have to give a big nod to Niall Dolphin for this one. Its on his website and I decided to make a few corrections to it and post it here. Back to Conn MacNiell's Songs Back to the Lyrics Home Page |