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| Speaking in hushed whispers the crowd shifted Allowing the woman through Speaking softly but they know she is gifted She is quiet and shy too They think she will be easy to bend to their will If she doesn't she will be easy to kill Such a pretty, soft-spoken child Surely she is meek and mild She will do perfectly for their schemes They thought, she just smiled To their surprise she is not who she seems The crowds voice suddenly lifted The sound grew and grew Her voice rose and the sound drifted Soon allowing this they would rue The sound grew shrill More squeal then trill The music becomes more wild Those in control are still beguiled They watch as she shatters their dreams Her music cause the crowd to become riled To their surprise she is not who she seems They feel as if their soul has been sifted All of their thoughts and plans gone through It is time to punish the wicked This was the time they paid their due They have used up all of their goodwill She was prepared to kill With each note she sang they felt reviled Deeper and deeper their sins were piled There was nothing that redeems She would not be beguiled To their surprise she is not who she seems Listen to her music wild Rise up my people, be riled There is nothing that redeems My people be no more beguiled To their surprise she is not who she seems Notes ▼
The chant royal is a poetic form that consists of five eleven-line stanzas with a rhyme scheme a-b-a-b-c-c-d-d-e-d-E and a five-line envoi rhyming d-d-e-d-E or a seven-line envoi c-c-d-d-e-d-E.
In old French poetry, a poem containing five strophes of eleven lines each, and a concluding stanza - each of these six parts ending with a common refrain. |
