Pierre and Marianne Heather Dale

There was a fair and youthful man
Called Pierre LeBlanc was he
Who loved a girl called Marianne
Who lived in far Paris

One day there came by messenger
A letter in her hand
That begged him come and marry her
And travel across the land

"Ho-ho!" said Pierre, "my fortune's fair
My lady calls to me"
He packed his bags upon his mare
And off on the quest went he

Once in Province he met by chance
A man whose back was bare
"Good sir," said he, "come pity me
I have not a stitch to wear

I'll offer for your threadbare cloak
This blessed and rare acorn
That grows into a silver oak
Sure as the lord was born"

"Ho-ho!" said Pierre, "my fortune's fair
To own such a useful tree"
He tucked it safe in his underwear
And went of cloaklessly