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Favorite Songs || Medieval Music, part II

Ahi Amors — Conon de Béthune Ah, Love, how hard it will be for me to part/ from the best lady who was ever loved and served!/ May God in his sweetness bring me back to her/ as truly as I leave her in sorrow./ Alas! What have I said?/ I am not leaving her at all!/ If my body goes off to serve our Lord/ my heart remains entirely in her service.

L’Autrier Par la Matinee — Thibaut IV de Champagne “Sire, by holy Mary, you speak in vain/ Treacherous knights have deceived many a lady/ They are false and given to evil thoughts/ Far worse than Ganelon./ I am going back home/ For Perrinet, who is waiting for me/ Loves me with a loyal heart./ Stop your arguments!'”

Bele Yolanz en Ses Chambres Seoit — Anonymous Beautiful Yolande was sitting in her chambers/ sewing a gown of beautiful silk/ which she wanted to send to her lover/ Sighing, she sang this song...

Farai un Vers Pos Mi Sonelh — Guilhèm IX d’Aquitània You shall hear how much I fucked them/ a hundred and eighty-eight times/ so much that they almost broke my equipment and my tool/ and I can't describe the aching, so much I was taken.

The Gradual of Éléonore de Bretagne — Anonymous Orbis factor rex aeterne, eleison/ Kyrie eleison/ Pietatis fons immense, eleison/ Kyrie eleison/ Noxas omnes nostras pelle, eleison/ Kyrie eleison.

Jherusalem, Grant Damage Me Fais — Anonymous Jerusalem, you do me great harm/ in robbing me of the one I loved most in the world!/ Be assured I shall nevermore love you/ for he is the creature who brings me the saddest joy./ And time and time again/ I sigh in anguish so that I am on the point of railing at God/ who has withdrawn me from the great joy/ in which I used to live.

Rassa, Tan Creis e Monta e Poia — Bertran de Bòrn Rassa, a lady’s fresh and fine/ tender, joyous and she’s kind/ Her hair’s as red as rubies are/ Her body white as hawthorn flower/ Her arms are soft, her breasts are firm/ and like a rabbit from the back.

My love for Medieval music really bled through in this one. Bled all over it, really. In fact, I'd say the song is made entirely of the blood of my love for Medieval music.