Songs of Old France

His Epitaph

François Villon

Here sleeping lies beneath the ground
One Love's shaft worked his will on;
A poor young scholar stricken found,
His name was François Villon.
Without land to feed his fill on,
He gave his all, ‘tis known around,
Stool, basket, bread, poor villain.
To God for him these verses sound.*

* Here follows the Rondel. See next page.