Jenovefa

The duke of Cornwall

Has pretty daughters

Jenovefa

By far is the prettiest

She deeply loves

Yannick Of Kerblez

She's deeply loved him

For many years

Jenovefa

Stands at her doorstep

Embroidering

A fine lace dress

Yannick O Yannick

Is a priest in Nizon

Holy words he reads

Holy words he wants

Yannick my sweet love

Did you lose the ring

This ring I gave you

Last night on the hill

Jenovefa

I can't take your ring

I'm in God's hands now

I belong to him

Jenovefa

Falls down on her knees

My dear fellow

I beg you to stay

Give up your vows

Otherwise I will die

I will join my Lord

In ethearal skies

Now Lord Yannick Kerblez

Is a priest in Nizon

And many a time

I've seen him alone

Standing there

In the midst of tombs

Crying on the grave

Of Jenovefa