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Listen to me, good people of Provence, / Countrymen one and all, from Arles to Vence, / From Vanensolo even to Marseilles, / And, if the heat oppress you, come, I pray, / To Durancolo banks, and, lying low, / Hear the maid's tale, and weep the lover's woe!
The little boat, in Andreloun's control, / Parted the water silent as a sole, / The while the enamoured maiden whom I sing, / Herself on the great Rhône adventuring, / Beside the urchin sat, and scanned the wave / Intently, with a dreamy eye and grave, / Till the boy-boatman spake: "Now knewest thou ever, / Young lady, how immense is the Rhône river?