A Perigord pres del muralh

At Perigord near to the wall,
Aye, within a mace throw of it,
I will come armed upon Baiart, and if I find there that fat-bellied Poitevin,
He shall see how my steel cuts.

For upon the field I will make a bran-mash of his brains, mixed with the maille of his armor.
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