CLI

　　Count Rollant is a noble and brave soldier,

　　Gualter del Hum's a right good chevalier,

　　That Archbishop hath shewn good prowess there;

　　None of them falls behind the other pair;

　　Through the great press, pagans they strike again.

　　Come on afoot a thousand Sarrazens,

　　And on horseback some forty thousand men.

　　But well I know, to approach they never dare;

　　Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them,

　　Arrows, barbs, darts and javelins in the air.

　　With the first flight they've slain our Gualtier;

　　Turpin of Reims has all his shield broken,

　　And cracked his helm; he's wounded in the head,

　　From his hauberk the woven mail they tear,

　　In his body four spear-wounds doth he bear;

　　Beneath him too his charger's fallen dead.

　　Great grief it was, when that Archbishop fell.

　　AOI. The Song of Roland