The tenth column is of barons of France, Five score thousand of our best capitans;Lusty of limb, and proud of countenance, Snowy their heads are, and their beards are blanched, In doubled sarks, and in hauberks they're clad, Girt on their sides Frankish and Spanish brands And noble shields of divers cognisance.
Soon as they mount, the battle they demand, "Monjoie" they cry. With them goes Charlemagne.
Gefreid d'Anjou carries that oriflamme;
Saint Peter's twas, and bare the name Roman, But on that day Monjoie, by change, it gat.
AOI.
