[bad word] here little children, you boys and girls!
I have something great for you to do.
On this sunny springday of twelve-hundred-twelve
There's a cross for each of you.
Capture the Holy Sepulchre far in [bad word] 
As the mighty knights failed to do.

'We are the chosen,
The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new [bad word] '

You will cross the mountains, head down to the sea,
The losses of lives won't bother you.
Disappointment in Genova for seventhousand,
The miracle predicted [bad word] [bad word] 
Your God won't allow you to cross the sea,
And even the Lombards won't do.

'We are the chosen,
The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new [bad word] '

You'll recross the Alps despite cold November,
Exhausted, disappointed and [bad word] 
If you reach home, get to your former followers,
Now they will be mocking at you!
Seven ships will leave the port of Marselle,
There's hope for the steadfast and [bad word] 

'We are the chosen,
The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new [bad word] '

Two will be wrecked on the shores of Sardiniam
Hey, what a game of bugaboo!
The rest will be valueable slaves to Africa,
It's goin' to be a mad ballyhoo! [bad word]  my little children, now guess my name,
Divide my tripple number swiftly, too!

'We are the chosen,
The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new [bad word] '