Tir à l'Arc

Eduardo fetch my new bow

Sire surely the ivory....

The hornbeam you insolent cur

At once Sire I obey

Archduke I wager half of the land to the West of the Moravian Alps
Against your five castles of the Lower Elbe
That I will bring down that kingfisher là bas with one shot

Teufel it has flown away
With one of my lampreys