Jenofeva

The duke of Cornwall
Has pretty daughters
Jenovefa
By far is the prettiest
She deeply loves
Yannick Of Kerblez
She's deeply loved him
For many years

Jenovefa
Stands at her doorstep
Embroidering
A fine lace dress
Yannick O Yannick
Is a priest in Nizon
Holy words he reads
Holy words he wants

Yannick my sweet love
Did you lose the ring
This ring I gave you
Last night on the hill
Jenovefa
I can't take your ring
I'm in God's hands now
I belong to him

Jenovefa
Falls down on her knees
My dear fellow
I beg you to stay
Give up your vows
Otherwise I will die
I will join my lord
In ethearal skies

Now Lord Yannick Kerblez
Is a priest in Nizon
And many a time
I've seen him alone
Standing there
In the midst of tombs
Crying on the grave
Of Jenovefa