Le roi Renaud [La mort du roi Renaud; Quand Renaud de guerre revint]
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| Da "LE CODE DE LA ROUTE A MA FAÇON" di Boris Vian | |
| Clerk Colvill Clerk Colvill and his lusty dame Were walking in the garden green; The belt around her stately waist Cost Clerk Colvill of pounds fifteen. ‘O promise me now, Clerk Colvill, Or it will cost ye muckle strife, Ride never by the wells of Slane, If ye wad live and brook your life.’ ‘Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame, Now speak nae mair of that to me; Did I neer see a fair woman, But I wad sin with her body?’ He’s taen leave o his gay lady, Nought minding what his lady said, And he’s rode by the wells of Slane, Where washing was a bonny maid. ‘Wash on, wash on, my bonny maid, That wash sae clean your sark of silk;’ ‘And weel fa you, fair gentleman, Your body whiter than the milk.’ Then loud, loud cry’d the Clerk Colvill, ‘O my head it pains me sair;’ ‘Then take, then take,’ the maiden said, ‘And frae my sark you’ll cut a gare.’ Then she’s gied him a little bane-knife, And frae her sark he cut a share; She’s ty’d it round his whey-white face, But ay his head it aked mair. Then louder cry’d the Clerk Colvill, ‘O sairer, sairer akes my head;’ ‘And sairer, sairer ever will,’ The maiden crys, ’Till you be dead.’ Out then he drew his shining blade, Thinking to stick her where she stood, But she was vanishd to a fish, And swam far off, a fair mermaid. ‘O mother, mother, braid my hair; My lusty lady, make my bed; O brother, take my sword and spear, For I have seen the false mermaid.’ | Art. 10 Tout conducteur doit constamment Rester maître de sa vitesse et diriger avec prudence Son véhicule et ses bestiaux Il doit régler cette vitesse En fonction des difficultés Qu'il va sur route rencontrer Et ralentir dans certains cas. |
