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