Knight And Wamba
Sir Walter Scott
Read by LibriVox Volunteers
A fun poem with a great rhythm . - Summary by Stav Nisser (0 hr 19 min)
Chapters
Knight And Wamba - Read by BK | 2:00 | Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Knight And Wamba - Read by BSD | 1:45 | Read by Brian Darby |
Knight And Wamba - Read by CHA | 1:51 | Read by clarinetcarrot |
Knight And Wamba - Read by DL | 1:58 | Read by David Lawrence |
Knight And Wamba - Read by EL | 1:47 | Read by Newgatenovelist |
Knight And Wamba - Read by GF | 2:09 | Read by Gloria Fontaine |
Knight And Wamba - Read by GG | 1:59 | Read by Greg Giordano |
Knight And Wamba - Read by LAH | 1:56 | Read by Lee Ann Howlett |
Knight And Wamba - Read by MK | 2:02 | Read by Maria Kasper |
Knight And Wamba - Read by RS | 1:54 | Read by Raj Singh |
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the text:
Basquetteur
There came three merry men from south, west, and north, Ever more sing the roundelay; To win the Widow of Wycombe forth, And where was the widow might say them nay? The first was a knight, and from Tynedale he came, Ever more sing the roundelay; And his fathers, God save us, were men of great fame, And where was the widow might say him nay? Of his father the laird, of his uncle the squire, He boasted in rhyme and in roundelay; She bade him go bask by his sea-coal fire, For she was the widow would say him nay. Wamba The next that came forth, swore by blood and by nails, Merrily sing the roundelay; Hur's a gentleman, God wot, and Hur's lineage was of Wales, And where was the widow might say him nay? Sir David ap Morgan ap Griffith ap Hugh Ap Tudor ap Rhice, quoth his roundelay; She said that one widow for so many was too few, And she bade the Welshman wend his way. But then next came a yeoman, a yeoman of Kent, Jollily singing his roundelay; He spoke to the widow of living and rent, And where was the widow could say him nay? Both So the knight and the squire were both left in the mire, There for to sing their roundelay; For a yeoman of Kent, with his yearly rent, There never was a widow could say him nay.