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- Partant pour la Syrie,
- Le jeune et beau Dunois,
- Venait prier Marie
- De bénir ses exploits :
- Faites, Reine immortelle,
- Lui dit-il en partant,
- Que j'aime la plus belle
- Et sois le plus vaillant.
- Il trace sur la pierre
- Le serment de l'honneur,
- Et va suivre à la guerre
- Le Comte son seigneur ;
- Au noble vœu fidèle,
- Il dit en combattant :
- Amour à la plus belle,
- Honneur au plus vaillant.
- On lui doit la Victoire.
- Vraiment, dit le seigneur ;
- Puisque tu fais ma gloire
- Je ferai ton bonheur.
- De ma fille Isabelle,
- Sois l'Epoux à l'instant,
- Car elle est la plus belle,
- Et toi le plus vaillant.
- A l'Autel de Marie,
- Ils contractent tous deux
- Cette union Chérie
- Qui seule rend heureux.
- Chacun dans la chapelle
- Disait en les voyant :
- Amour à la plus belle,
- Honneur au plus vaillant.
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