I’ve slain a hundred Saracens to praise Her name.,
One hundred deaths I’ve dedicated to my Dame!
But our old king, the wicked sire,
Still has a tournament’s desire -
I hate the kings and jousting contests just the same!

Here is my challenger, a cavalier from France.
The king has sent another man to face my lance.
But I am aiming at Her heart,
So we will never be apart,
That’s why I will not give king’s plans a slightest chance!

His coat of arms displays a scaffold and a noose.
A hole right through his chest is something he can use.
He is a favorite at court,
The king has promised his support,
But I don’t give a damn about the king’s recruits!

The king remarked to me, "He’ll handle you with ease."
And then he even jested, "May you rest in peace!"
If I end up as maggot food,
Then he can marry Her for good.
Oh, Lord, I so despise our king! Forgive me please!

We raise our visors, mark each other with a nod.
The sign is given, and we rush to face our odds.
We put our horses to the test,
The king looks worried and distressed,
But I don’t give a damn about the king, by God!

It’s over now; the jousting’s finished for the day.
His blood is flowing on the trampled stalks of hay.
The king looks angry and aghast,
But She belongs to me at last,
I do not give a damn about the king today!

But living happily with Her won’t be a thing.
The king enlisted me for the Crusades this spring.
To wait for me, She can’t afford,
Since I’m a serf and he’s a lord,
So, it’s too early for me to despise the king.