By Michel l'estropie des Montserrat

At break of day I hear the call
Of heralds voices clear,
Rise and break my fast and arm
And draw my weapons near.

This day I strive by might at arms
And light of chivalry,
Take the field of honor bright
And right for victory.

With Knights and Dukes and Barons strong
I stand before the King,
Though I am unknown and young,
Part of a shining ring.

This fellowship of steel and sweat,
Of ones who seek the crown,
ill not see me stand for long.
I soon shall be struck down

But for a moment I feel as strong
As any Noble here,
For I fight for Lady fair
With shining eyes most clear.

Though many seek the Laurel Wreath
And Crown of shining gold,
None here lose who fight with pride,
All fit the Royal mold.

At end of day I journey home
To dinner, drink, and bed.
I did not win the Golden Crown,
But found my heart instead.