I cannot know what country owns thee now
With France's forest lilies on thy brow
When England knew thee thou wert pa**ing fair
I never knew a foreign face so rare
The world of waters rolls and rushes bye
Nor lets me wander where thy vallies lie
But surely France must be a pleasant place
That greets the stranger with so fair a face
The English maiden blushes down the dance
But few can equal the fair maid of France
I saw thee lovely and I wished thee mine
And the last song I ever wrote is thine
Thy country's honour on thy face attends
Men may be foes but beauty makes us friends