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Fa la la lan, fa lan, fa la la lera
Fa la la lan, de la guarda riera
Fa la la lan, fa lan, fa la la lera
Fa la la lan, de la guarda riera

Fa la la lan, fa lan, fa la la lera
Fa la la lan, de la guarda riera
Fa la la lan, fa lan, fa la la lera

If I were a blackbird, the wind 'neath my wing
I would follow the vessel my true love sails in
In the top-rigging, I'd there build my nest
I'd flutter my wings o'er her lily-white breast

My words they are simple, my story is true
O, once I was carefree, my own path to choose
I courted a lady by night and by day

Ja Nus Hons Pris / Richard the Lion Heart, 12th Century

In the tradition of the song of the troubadour warrior-poet, Ja Nus Hons Pris records the Austrian
captivity of its author, England's crusading King Richard I, a.k.a.: The Lion-Heart, Duke of Aquitaine.
The poem dates from 1194 C.E., composed in ancient French. King Richard didn't speak English.

My friend and fellow musician, Malcolm Smith, the late New World Renaissance Band fiddler, recommended
for many a year, that I add it to my reperetoire. I am indebted for his advice.