The franklin he hath gone to roam, The franklin's maid she bides at home; But she is cold, and coy, and staid, And who may win the franklin's maid?
There came a knight of high renown In bassinet and ciclatoun; On bended knee full long he prayed - He might not win the franklin's maid.
There came a squire so debonair, His dress was rich, his words were fair. He sweetly sang, he deftly played - He could not win the franklin's maid.
There came a mercer wonder-fine, With velvet cap and gaberdine; For all his ships, for all his trade, He could not buy the franklin's maid.
There came an archer bold and true, With bracer guard and stave of yew; His purse was light, his jerkin frayed - Haro, alas! the franklin's maid!
Oh, some have laughed and some have cried, And some have scoured the countryside; But off they ride through wood and glade, The bowman and the franklin's maid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem