Текст оригинала на английском языке
A Scot to Jeanne D’Arc
DARK Lily without blame, Not upon us the shame, Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true; They, by the Maiden’s side, Victorious fought and died; One stood by thee that fiery torment through, Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed, And thou wert with thine own St. Catherine at the last. Once only didst thou see, In artist’s imagery, Thine own face painted, and that precious thing Was in an Archer’s hand From the leal Northern land.
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