Acta Papensia 2018. - A Pápai Református Gyűjtemények Közleményei 18. évfolyam (Pápa, 2018)

2018 / 1-2. szám

-a Kisebb Közlemények *Acta Papensia xviii (2018) 1-2. szám

“Are fresh the streams, is moist the soil, Has grass there richly grown,

Since washed and soaked by traitor’s blood Whose souls have lately flown?”

“And are the people happy there?”

— So Edward cruel spoke —

“As happy as the oxen are

They burden with the yoke.”

“Your majesty, thy crown knows not A rarer gem than Wales

The stream and field rich harvests yield In verdant hills and dales.”

“Yea, happy are your people there,

With happiness you gave,

They live in peace, their dwellings, sire,

Are silent as the grave.”

Edward the King, the English King,

Rides over hills and dales,

And where he goes the silence grows, Death’s silence there prevails.

Montgomery, the Castle’s name Where tarried he o’er night;

And feasts are spread for Edward by Montgomery, the knight.

And fish and game in plenty came Upon the festive boards,

Whate’er the lovely land can yield Served by the vassal horde.

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